I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard

What if all your hard work never pays off?
What if I am the outsider to my friends and family? What then?
What if all the good you’ve done has been transformed into evil and greed?
What if those you help the most, stabbed you in the back? What then?
Should I trust again?
What if life is unfair, painful and cruel?
What if Death invites you to join its tribe?
What if death makes you feel at peace and alive! What then?
Should I take death’s hand and walk away?
What then?

There is no substitute for hard work, 23 or 24 hours a day. And there is no substitute for patience and acceptance.

I must work hard to make my singing above reproach; there must be no faults which hard work would take care of.