Most cars on our roads have only one occupant, usually the driver.
And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.
(June 12, 1929 - March 12, 1945)
I would like to have shot lower, but it was pretty trying out there. The wind was as strong as I've ever seen it. You just weren't going to see a low score.
One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.
Hafiz of Persia