I am earth$$$ earth<br>My heart's love<br>Bursts with hay and flowers.<br>I am a lake of blue air<br>In which my own appointed place<br>Field and valley<br>Stand reflected.

What do you want to want to be$$$ anyway? "I don't know; I guess what I want to be is a good Catholic." "What you should say"--he told me--"what you should say is that you want to be a saint."

We do not want to be beginners [at prayer]$$$ but let us be convinced of the fact that we will never be anything but beginners$$$ all our life!

The light of truth burns without a flicker in the depths of a house that is shaken with storms of passion and fear.

Oh yes$$$ you can kick me$$$ and you can punch me$$$ and you can break my face. But you won't change the way i feel 'cause i love you.

And I shall watch the ferry boats$$$ and they'll get high$$$ on a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky. And I will never grow so old again$$$ and I will walk and talk$$$ in gardens all wet with rain...

The best thing$$$ he knew$$$ was to love just a little bit; everything$$$ just a little bit$$$ so when they broke its back$$$ or shoved it in a croaker sack$$$ well$$$ maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one.

He wondered if there was anyone in the world who liked him. Liked him for himself alone.

It's a marvelous night for a moondance!

He fell for an eighteen-year old girl with one of those deepdown spooky loves that made him so sad and happy he shot her just to keep the feeling going.