There's music in everything, even defeat
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight
We donโt even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!
it seemed to me that I had never met another person on earth as discouraging to my happiness as my father. and it appeared that I had the same effect upon him.