My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.
Do your job and demand your compensation - but in that order.
I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until finally I became that person. Or he became me.
Ah, beware of snobbery; it is the unwelcome recognition of one's own past failings.
To succeed with the opposite sex, tell her you're impotent. She can't wait to disprove it.