J. B. Priestley

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

When I was young there was no respect for the young, and now that I am old there is no respect for the old. I missed out coming and going.

-J.B. Priestley