There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

Trying to please everybody is what you'll soon get tired of, because as time goes on, those you're pleasing will get tired of you.

Intent not followed by action is an insult to your design. Decide what you want, create a plan, and get your ass out there!

Get out of your own way_ stop the paralysis by analysis_ decide what you want, create a simple plan, and get moving!

How to win in life:1 work hard 2 complain less 3 listen more 4 try, learn, grow5 don't let people tell you it cant be done6 make no excuses

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.