Don't let anyone tell you that age purchases your freedom from fear of death.

Success, like fashion, is a fickle companion and can leave one in the wink of an eye.

To misuse one's talent, to be cavalier about it, to set it aside because of fear or sloth is unpardonable.

It has been my experience that most human stories are circular rather than linear. Regardless of the path we choose, we somehow end up where we commenced - in part, I suspect, because the child who lives in us goes along for the ride.

A lie is an act of theft. It steals peoples faith and makes them resent themselves

Age is a peculiar kind of thief. It slips up on you and steps inside your skin and is so quiet and methodical in its work that you never realize it has stolen your youth until you look into the mirror one morning and see a man you don't recognize.

Don't let anyone tell you that age purchases your freedom from fear of death.