Doc cried to no one, "Give me a little time! I want to think.[…] Everyone has something. And what has Suzy… — John Steinbeck

No one knows how greatness comes to a man. It may lie in his blackness, sleeping, or it may lance into him like those driven fiery particles from outer space. These things, however, are known about greatness: need gives it life and puts it in action; it never comes without pain; it leaves a man changed, chastened, and exalted at the same time — he can never return to simplicity.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.