“This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognised by yourself as a mighty one, the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”
Thank you for that, George Bernard Shaw.
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me.’”
And thank you for that, Erma Bombeck … along with “Insanity is hereditary. You catch it from your kids.” (She should’ve added cats. I’m convinced that the two of them are conspiring to drive me crazy.)