Three words have often been used as the trumpet-call of men - the words God, Immortality, Duty - pronounced with terrible earnestness. How inconceivable was the first, how unbelievable was the second, and yet how peremptory and absolute the third.

But we insignificant people with our daily words and acts are preparing the lives of many Dorotheas, some of which may present a far sadder sacrifice than that of the Dorothea whose story we know.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.

Producing is so exciting because you can enable things to happen, whether it's like discovering a filmmaker who you're taking a chance on, protecting a battle and driving home at the end of the day just going, 'I'm so glad I stayed late at work and fought hard for that. Had my passion. Won that battle.'

I wonder how many times people give up just before a breakthrough - when they are on the very brink of success.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Work will win when wishy washy wishing won t.

I will continue to work as hard as I can to make this organization proud. Every time I step on the field I will give everything I have and I will leave everything I have on the field every single Sunday.

Begin - to begin is half the work, let half still remain; again begin this, and thou wilt have finished.

I'm far from being god, but I work god damn hard.

Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes,' he said, his voice rising as applause and cheers mounted. 'Shake it off. Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'. We are going to press on. We have work to do.

Work ethic starts where everyone understands that you're putting that extra foot forward in order to be the best.