“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of...
“It is not the critic who counts. Not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds...
Life has a soundtrack. Sometime we choose the song. Sometimes the song chooses us. Sometimes it’s just a freight train careening off the rails....