Quotes by William S. Gilbert
| If you wish in this world to advance Your merits you're bound to enhance You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or, trust me, you haven't a chance. |
| Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers |
| Losers visualize the penalties of failure. Winners visualize the rewards of success. |
