But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.
Fyodor DostoevskyAs for me, this is my story: I worked and was tortured. You know what it means to compose? No, thank God, you do not! I believe you have never written to order, by the yard, and have never experienced that hellish torture.
Fyodor Dostoevsky