The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.
Adversity creates heroes.
I don't know if it's just me or everyone, but the whole vibe with skiing is not so much thriving on competition against others as it is against myself and the clock.
Nobody needs to prove to anybody what they're worthy of, just the person that they look at in the mirror. That's the only person you need to answer to.
To uncover your true potential you must first find your own limits and then you have to have the courage to blow past them.
I'm not following anybody's tracks, I'm making my own, baby.
Follow your dreams as long as you live! Never be afraid to go out on the limb to live up to your expectations. Always do things your way and Have Fun!
For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one.
I've always held to the belief, though, that people who do too much acting training always look like they're acting, you know?
I have now run up against an ugly snag, the Sunday Excise Law. It is altogether too strict, but I have no honorable alternative save to enforce it and I am enforcing it, to the furious rage of the saloon keepers, and of many good people too; for which I am sorry.
What is forever? God, I don't know. Hope, I guess. That's a difficult question.