For Whom the Bell Tolls

by Ernest Hemingway

Instead of the surety of failure he felt confidence rising in him as a tire begins to fill with air from a slow pump. There was little difference at first, although there was a definite beginning, as when the pump starts and the rubber of the tube crawls a little, but it came now as steadily as a tide rising or the sap rising in a tree until he began to feel the first edge of that negation of apprehension that often turned into actual happiness before action.

Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today.

What do you want? Everything. I want everything and I will take whatever I get.