No man was ever great without divine inspiration. [Lat. , Nemo vir magnus aliquo afflatu divino unquam fuit. ]
Driving home, it's all I can do to keep from crying. Time's come, time's gone, time's never returning, I say to myself. What's here in front of me is all I've got, I decide, and as I drive my car through the blowing snow it doesn't seem like much, except for the kindness that I've just exchanged with an old lady, so I concentrate on that.