What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt held in cohesion by unresting cells. Which work they know not why, which never halt, myself unwitting where their Master dwells? – John Edward Masefield
When we walk to the edge of all the light we have and take the step into the darkness of the unknown, we must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for us to stand on or we will be taught to fly. – Patrick Overton
Aging gracefully is supposed to mean trying not to hide time passing and just looking a wreck. Dont worry girls, look like a wreck, thats the way it goes. – Jeanne Moreau
