I know two wonderful bards. One is an egotistic, self-centered, self-important man with an incredible voice and more talent than any 5 men I know. When he gets on stage you fall in love with him. When you talk to him off stage you want to deck him.

The other has a powerful voice that could sing a colicky babe to sleep, and talent to spare...and the heart of an angel.

What's the difference? The first one, you fall in love with his talent, the second, you fall in love with the man. The first will probably shoot himself in the foot and be miserable. The second, it won't matter if he's famous or if he plays in the same coffee house for the rest of his life...as long as he's playing, he's happy.

And no, neither of these is my hubby, so I show no bias here.