For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar, or the chain to bind you to earth.

The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.

Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.

I have a rendezvous with life.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.

The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.

Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.