I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.
The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom but it is always on her heart.
It's not the work which kills people it's the worry. It's not the revolution...
I guess Ive always wanted to push the boundaries as an actor.
I'd like to work on putting art programs back in...
Music enriches people's lives in the same way...
