Spencer Bonaventure Tracy [April 5, 1900 - June 10, 1967]
Spencer walked right up the middle of the road to stardom. He went from young fellow, red-headed, chunky, wild, full of laughter, full of energy— To priest, full of calm nobility of spirit and of understanding— To young man— flyer— lawyer— sportswriter— explorer, father, lover, husband— To thinking man… It was a career which grew as Spencer grew— the man and the mind. The hair, first auburn, then gray, then white— from rascal to nobility. This same face— the eyes of a sensitive, vulnerable somehow primitive creature. A man searching, thinking, listening, hearing, wondering. Always the words he spoke coming from his own heart. It was happening before you— it was not an actor— it was the person always true— always.
— Katharine Hepburn