I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

Don't believe everything you hear today

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.

That was one thing you found out when you were stoned, or wasted, or feverish: that the world was always turning and that only a healthy mind could block out the sickening whirl of it.