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
For a moment I lost myself, actually lost my life. I was set free! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life . . . to life itself. I caught a glimpse of something greater than myself. – Eugene ONeill