day they may tell you you will not go far,
night you open and there you are.
day on your dressing room
hang a star!
go on with the show!
I never saw love as luck, as that gift from the gods which put everything else in place, and allowed you to succeed. No, I saw love as reward. One could find it only after one's virtue, or one's courage, or self-sacrifice, or
generosity, or loss, has succeeded in stirring the power of creation.