I have always admired the ability to bite off more than one can chew and then chew It.

Ability and perseverance are the weapons of weakness.

But Hercules himself must yield to odds; And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hews down and fells the hardest-timbered oak.

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright; to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mock'ry.

Men fail much oftener from want of perseverance than from want of talent