Live enough of what you've always dreamed of doing, and there's no room left for feeling bad.
Richard BachYou are life, inventing form. No more can you die on sword or years than you can die on doorways through which you walk, one room into another. Every room gives its word for you to speak, every passage its song for you to sing.
Richard BachFor most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.
Richard Bach