I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves, Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, 'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.

God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.

We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.

We fought so long against small things that we became small ourselves.

We talk about the American Dream, and want to tell the world about the American Dream, but what is that Dream, in most cases, but the dream of material things? I sometimes think that the United States for this reason is the greatest failure the world has ever seen.

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.