If you want a thing bad enough to go out and fight for it, work day and night for it, give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it, if only desire of it makes you mad enough never to tire of it, makes you hold all things tawdry and cheap for it, if life seems all useless and empty without it, if all that you scheme and you dream is about it, if gladly you sweat for it, fret for it, plan for it, lose all your terror of devils or man for it, if you'll simply go after that thing that you want with all your capacity, strength and sagacity, full hope and confidence, stern pertinacity, if neither cold poverty famish nor gaunt, nor sickness or pain of body and brain can keep you away from that thing that you want, if dogged and grim you besiege and beset it, you'll get it. -- a corny poem I found in a closet and memorized once