I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role and if you act within the parameters of your role the whole pack succeeds and when that falls apart so does the pack.

Nothing succeeds they say like success. And certainly nothing fails like failure.

The theory seems to be that as long as a man is a failure he is one of God's children but that as soon as he succeeds he is taken over by the Devil.

The bold adventurer succeeds the best.

I believe every chess player senses beauty when he succeeds in creating situations which contradict the expectations and the rules and he succeeds in mastering this situation.

Isn't it amazing the way the future succeeds in creating an appropriate past?

Fail I alone in words and deeds? Why all men strive and who succeeds?