Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
Everyone wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant.
I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
The most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek.