— I've been comin' here for six years, and six years you been stickin' it to me. I wanna know how come.
— You don't wanna know.
— Yeah, I wanna know how come.
— You wanna know?
— I wanna know!
— Okay, I'm gonna tell ya! 'Cause you had the talent to become a good fighter, and instead of that, you became a leg-breaker to some cheap, second-rate loan shark.
— It's a livin'.
— It's a waste of life!
Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
There is a natural aristocracy among men. The grounds of this are virtue and talents.
Real seriousness in regard to writing being one of the two absolute necessities. The other, unfortunately, is talent.
Hide not your talents, they for use were made. What's a sun-dial in the shade?
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