The scariest thought in the world is that someday I'll wake up and realize I've been sleepwalking through my life: underappreciating the people I love making the same hurtful mistakes over and over a slave to neuroses fear and the habitual.

I assume everything I do in life is gonna be a failure and then if it turns up roses then I'm psyched.

At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.

What though youth gave love and roses Age still leaves us friends and wine.