The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)

Your homecoming will be my homecoming

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.

To like an individual because he's black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isn't white.