I must have seen more sunrises than any other actress in the history of Hollywood
O trees of life, O when are you wintering?We are not unified. We have no instinctslike those of migratory birds. Useless, and late,we force ourselves, suddenly, onto the wind,and fall down to an indifferent lake. We realise flowering and fading together. And somewhere lions still roam. Never knowing,as long as they have their splendour, of any weakness.