I Know Many Lives Worth Living.

I Learned To Build Bookshelves And Brought Books To My Room, Gathering Them Around Me Thickly. I Read By Day And Into The Night. I Thought About Perfectibility, And Deism, And Adjectives, And Clouds, And The Foxes, I Locked My Door, From The Inside, And Leaped From The Roof And Went To The Woods, By Day Or Darkness.

Of Course! The Path To Heaven Doesn't Lie Down In Flat Miles. It's In The Imagination With Which You Perceive This World, And The Gestures With Which You Honor It.

We All Have A Hungry Heart, And One Of The Things We Hunger For Is Happiness.

Every Adjective And Adverb Is Worth Five Cents. Every Verb Is Worth Fifty Cents.

You Only Have To Let The Soft Animal Of Your Body Love What It Loves.