Never grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

Mine is a most peaceable disposition. My wishes are a humble cottage with a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food, the freshest milk and butter, flowers before my window, and a few fine trees before my door; and if God wants to make my happiness complete, He will grant me the joy of seeing some six or seven of my enemies hanging from those trees.

Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in the fountain.