Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Realistically speaking, I don't know how many more years I will want to be acting or will be invited to be.

The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave - just willing to take life on.