Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven$$$ some radiant joy will gaily flash past.

I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.

Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries.

They don't listen to me$$$ they don't hear me$$$ they don't see me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there. And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." But on the other side it didn't say nothing. That side was made for you and me. This land is your land$$$ this land is my land. From California to the New York island$$$ from the Redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters. This land was made for you and me.

Always think of what is useful and not what is beautiful. Beauty will come of its own accord.

We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant.

I'm scared of him$$$ said Piggy$$$ "and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he's all right really$$$ an' then when you see him again; it's like asthma an' you can't breathe..."

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for$$$ could I not be of service or use in some way?

One must work and dare if one really wants to live.