Legends Die Hard. They Survive As Truth

Childhood Is A Short Season.

We Relish News Of Our Heroes, Forgetting That We Are Extraordinary To Somebody Too.

All Through The Long Winter, I Dream Of My Garden. On The First Day Of Spring, I Dig My Fingers Deep Into The Soft Earth. I Can Feel Its Energy, And My Spirits Soar.

Actors Cannot Choose The Manner In Which They Are Born. Consequently, It Is The One Gesture In Their Lives Completely Devoid Of Self-consciousness.

In The Last Stages Of A Final Illness, We Need Only The Absence Of Pain And The Presence Of Family.