The first principle of success is desire -- knowing what you want. Desire is the planting of your seed.

The first principle of success is desire -- knowing what you want. Desire is the planting of your seed.

Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than read more

Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.

Some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs.

Some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs.

The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to read more

The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow.

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same
inclinations.
[Lat., Velle suuum cuique est, read more

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same
inclinations.
[Lat., Velle suuum cuique est, nec voto vivitur uno.]

It's so much better to desire than to have. . . . The moment of desire, when you know something read more

It's so much better to desire than to have. . . . The moment of desire, when you know something is going to happen -- that's the most exalting.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice read more

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

Desire is the very essence of man.

Desire is the very essence of man.

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and read more

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.