Quotes from authors born in 1586
I am... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
John Ford
How did I get to Hollywood? By train.
John Ford
Revenge proves its own executioner.
John Ford
They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings.
John Ford
Nay, men are so far from musing of their sins, that they disdain this practise, and scoff at it: what say they, if all were of your mind; what should become of us? Shall we be always poring on our corruptions?
Thomas Hooker
Mats Sundin 
Andy Richter 
Geoffrey Rush 
Martha Washington 
Joanna Baillie 
Casey Stengel 
Richard Sheridan 
Alan Ladd