I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.

I am ashes where once I was fire.

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

You have to have a passion for your work. How can we expect people to be passionate if you, as their coach, does not have a passion? Coaching has to be something that gives you passion and energy.