"The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable of only an impossible love, suffers endlessly.
AND, as always:
Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?
All things have the potential to cripple. Fear, loss, desperation — even hope. Combined with the artificial construct of 'luck' and the American Dream, we have seen far too many sailors drown out at sea."
Don't wait for shit. People think there is endless time, and they are correct, but all the time in the universe is not afforded to you. You only have a portion.