In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.

There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.

Opportunities are usually disguised as hard work, so most people don't recognize them.

Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win.

I knock unbidden once at every gate-- If sleeping, wake--if feasting, rise before I turn away--it is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death, but those who doubt of hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury and woe, Seek me in vain and uselessly implore, I answer not, and I return no more.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.