Today I shall behave, as if this is the day I will be remembered.

Fill your house with stacks of books, in all the crannies and all the nooks.

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.

If things start happening, don't worry, don't stew, just go right along and you'll start happening too.

I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees, Which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please; But I also speak for the brown Barbaloots, Who frolicked and played in their Barbaloot suits, Happily eating Truffula fruits. Now, since you've chopped the trees to the ground There's not enough Truffula fruit to go 'round! And my poor Barbaloots are all feeling the crummies Because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

I know, up on top you are seeing great sights, but down here at the bottom we, too, should have rights.