What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.

Our dead brothers still live for us and bid us think of life, not death / of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and glory of Spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil, our trumpets, sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will.

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.

Grow we must, if we outgrow all that loves us.

It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.

Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.