I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them. And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river and I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.

There is no song to your singing.

It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.

Always the path of American destiny has been into the unknown. Always there arose enough reserves of strength, balances of sanity, portions of wisdom to carry the nation through to a fresh start with ever-renewing vitality.

The past is a bucket of ashes