I believe that the Good Lord gave us a finite number of heartbeats and Im damned if Im going to use up mine running up and down a street. – Neil Armstrong
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion. – Samuel Johnson
I never read the life of any important person without discovering that he knew more and could do more than I could ever hope to know or do in half a dozen lifetimes. – J. B. Priestley