Anne Morrow Lindbergh

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.

If you actually dissect the lyrics in 'Motley Crue', you'll notice that there's a lot going on beneath the surface.

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.