My biggest sorrow, when looking back on my youth, is how much of it I somehow missed. Now, looking at my life today, I don't want to make the same mistake. I don't want to miss this. As Bonnie Raitt sang like she was singing it for all of us, "Life gets mighty precious when there's less of it to waste. "
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.