This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman, Epistle Dedicatory

I like that. Lili, are you crazy? Pfft. You know it. Crazy in love, doll.