Ring the bells that still can ring.

You were Marlon Brando, I was Steve McQueen, you were K.Y. Jelly, I was Vaseline.

To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

You've got a deadline. Well, I do, too: death.

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking. Everybody knows the captain lied. Everybody got this broken feeling, like their father or their dog just died. Everybody talking to their pockets. Everybody wants a box of chocolates and a long-stem rose. Everybody knows.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.