Having been through the muck and mire, I've had my own brush with bad choices.
Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.
Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.
All passion becomes strength when it has an outlet.
Most anything Ive ever set my mind to, I could accomplish.
Cowardice asks the question, is it safe?
I think that power comes in numbers, and we're in an industry where the actors need to have a bigger voice.
Repose in that peaceful, cool, calm, serene depth of your Being. You know, this is something immensely valuable and precious