Hope That Is The Only

My Mother Told Me...if You're Going To Get Anywhere, You're Going To Have To Do It Yourself, Because No One Is Going To Do It For You.

The Answer Is Hard Work. What Are You Doing On Christmas Eve? Are You Riding Your Bike? January 1st - Are You Riding Your Bike?

When You Know Your Not Going To Die, You Have To Ask Yourself... What's The Highest And Best Use For Myself.

I've Read That I Flew Up The Hills And Mountains Of France. But You Don't Fly Up A Hill. You Struggle Slowly And Painfully Up A Hill, And Maybe, If You Work Very Hard, You Get To The Top Ahead Of Everybody Else.

We Sped On, Across The Plains, Toward Metz. I Hung Back, Saving Myself. It Is Called The Race Of Truth. The Early Stages Separate The Strong Riders From The Weak. Now The Weak Would Be Eliminated Altogether.