Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your flounderingDrowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.

You won't get love from a child if you don't give love.

When honor and the Law no longer stand on the same side of the line, how do we choose[?]

Make use of every friend— and every foe.

We are the last generation with a real opportunity to save the world.

Just keep taking chances and having fun.

Many live in the ivory tower called reality; they never venture on the open sea of thought.

With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead.

You heard Eric 'Kiddie' Cantor say that he was afraid of mob rule down on Wall Street. Oh, you're afraid, little cutie baby? How about going down there yourself and walking through the crowds?

You are Insignificant. One of millions, neither special nor unique. I did not ask for this ignominy, and I resent the comparison. Fine. I don't you like you, either.