Any work is always improvable, you cannot really finish the work, you can only abandon it out of tiredness or incompetence.

I thought of myself as an itinerant brain–the equivalent of a strolling player of Elizabethan times, or else a troubadour, clutching my university degree like a cheap lute.

You have to love what you do, to give your best.

When God calls you to build 100 castles on earth and you built 98, take the 99th as if it’s the begining of your work and work hard to finish the race with all excellence. Go the extra mile!

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