Trifles make perfection, but perfection is no trifle.—Michael Angelo.
The world rears its loftiest shafts to the men
Who deliver the goods.
With plow, lever, brush, hammer, sword, or with pen
They deliver the goods.
And while we their eloquent epitaphs scan
That say in the world’s work they stood in the van,
We know that the meaning is, “Here lies a man
Who delivered the goods.”
Anxiety never yet successfully bridged over any chasm.—Ruffini.