I Have A Memory Like An Elephant.

My Importance To The World Is Relatively Small. On The Other Hand, My Importance To Myself Is Tremendous. I Am All I Have To Work With, To Play With, To Suffer And To Enjoy. It Is Not The Eyes Of Others That I Am Wary Of, But Of My Own. I Do Not Intend To Let Myself Down More Than I Can Possibly Help, And I Find That The Fewer Illusions I Have About Myself Or The World Around Me, The Better Company I Am For Myself.

But Why, Oh Why, Do The Wrong People Travel, When The Right People Stay At Home?

I Love Criticism Just So Long As It's Unqualified Praise.

My Body Has Certainly Wandered A Good Deal, But I Have An Uneasy Suspicion That My Mind Has Not Wandered Enough.

Your Motivation Is Your Pay Packet On Friday. Now Get On With It.