The source of continuing aliveness was to find your passion and pursue it with whole heart and single mind.

The present never ages. Each moment is like a snowflake, unique, unspoiled, unrepeatable, and can be appreciated in its surprisingness.

If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we are not really living.

To be tested is good. The challenged life may be the best therapist.

Growth demands a temporary surrender of security.

Although there are many trial marriages... there is no such thing as a trial child.

With each passage of human growth we must shed a protective structure . We are left exposed and vulnerable - but also yeasty and embryonic again, capable of stretching in ways we hadn't known before.

Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister.

The source of continuing aliveness was to find your passion and pursue it, with whole heart and single mind.

If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing.

Changes are not only possible and predictable, but to deny them is to be an accomplice to one's own unnecessary vegetation.

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There is no calling of God to man on earth but what brings with it the evidence of its authenticity.

It's a very fascinating thing for an actor to play somebody who is suffering, and you have to express the suffering, but in an inarticulate way and sometimes a dysfunctional way, through violence.

A great song is the reason you want to jump out of your bed in the morning.

Don't allow your emotions to get in the way of clearheaded decisions about what's best for you.

Only fools make permanent decisions without knowledge.

The Democratic Party is the party that opened its arms. We opened them to every nationality, every creed. We opened them to the immigrants. The Democratic Party is the party of the people.

Morality's not practical. Morality's a gesture. A complicated gesture learnt from books.

Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?

My real pleasure is that 4 times a week 1,800 people are standing up and shouting on Broadway for an author who died hundreds of years ago.