Be the master of your fate, be the captain of your soul, but do not hesitate, should the chance befall you, to be the slave of your heart.
It's getting harder and harder to worry needlessly.
At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.
Since the majority is always wrong, might we try one election day where all the losers take office?
If you aren't sure who you are, you might as well work on who you want to be.
Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.