Being childish is the best thing that could happen to a researcher!

You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

Some people will love my books, some people will hate them, and others will regard them with odd curiosity. Who do I cherish the most of these people? All of them... Because they have given me their time and time is a precious and irreplaceable thing.

But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

She standing there looking me straight in the eye. She look tired and her jaws full of air.
I say it's cause I'm a fool, I say. I say it cause I'm jealous of you. I say it cause you do what I can't.
What that? she say.
Fight. I say.

Some People are HARD working and some are HARDLY working...