I came across this the other day. Nothing on where it came from or who said it--it was on a plaque in a catalog. Appropriate none-the-less.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out and proclaiming, "Wow, what a ride!"
Though somehow I have a feeling I'll show up limping and scarred. That's fine. Guys dig scars.