Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till noon to get my appetite back.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

In the spring rain, the pond and the river become one. Into every life some rain must fall. Usually when your car windows are down. It raineth on the Just and the Unjust Alike, But the Unjust stealeth the Just's umbrella Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.