Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
I always had a lot of responsibilities. I just didn’t take them. I just decided to take care of my responsibilities, live up to them. That’s a pretty interesting job. It’s harder than being heavyweight champion of the world.
