There are some as likes electric light and some as likes the stars.

Gimme the stars." And in his countryman's way he set the beer in his tankard swirling round and round before he put it again to his lips.
Paul sipped his beer reflectively.

"You may find happiness and peace of soul under the stars," said he, sagely, "and if I were a free agent I'd join you tomorrow.

But you can't find fame.

You can't rise to great things.