Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over. And I maintain that if a person can put a few common sense facts into a song and dress them up in a cloak of humor, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read.

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.

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

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