So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

But there's no joy at all, people say "Oh well he's drunk and happy let him sleep it off"--The poor drunkard is *crying*--He's crying for his mother and father and great brother and great friend, he's crying for help. (p.111)

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.

It's hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.

Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.