So here’s a great quote from Paul Newman in the New York Times tribute today.
“We are such spendthrifts with our lives,” Mr. Newman once told a reporter. “The trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss you can muster. I’m not running for sainthood. I just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who puts back into the soil what he takes out.”
Does modesty come only after greatness? Or is it a quality which imbues greatness upon a person?