“I lay my hands upon the stars, as on the crystal wheels of the harmonica. Now fast, now slow, as my soul wills, I turn the stars.”

I weave them into rainbows, harmonies. I feel immortality! I create immortality!

The nectar of life is sweet only when shared with others.

Then shoulder to shoulder! Let us engirdle the little circle of the earth with the chains that bind us to each other.

To one end let us aim our thoughts, and to one end let us aim our souls. Hail, dawn of liberty, behind thee is the redeeming sun.

Whoever comes to me, will be free and equal, because I am freedom.

Now my soul is incarnate in my country

My body has swallowed her soul, And I and my country are one. My name is million, for I love and suffer for millions.

You [Chopin] have in your fingers an orchestra of butterflies.

I am the master! I stretch forth my hands, even to the skies!

No one should be incarcerated for debt or squeezed for money they have no chance of getting their hands on.

State ownership! It leads only to absurd and monstrous conclusions; state ownership means state monopoly, concentrated in the hands of one party and its adherents, and that state brings only ruin and bankruptcy to all.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

Let freedom never perish in your hands.

Dont start. I saw marcie climb inside your jeep. She needed a ride. I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. What kind of ride? Not that kind of ride, he said slowly.

For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.

I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.

Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I’ve got in my hand and rub it into his face. That’s how much I like him.