Everybody starts at the top, and then has the problem of staying there. Lasting accomplishment, however, is still achieved through a long, slow climb and self-discipline.

Childhood is a short season.

We may be living in the twentieth century, in resplendent sophistication. But deep down, most of us find ourselves still in the Stone Age of superstition.

Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.

We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.

Always aim for achievement, and forget about success.

The good die young but not always. The wicked prevail but not consistently. I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre.