...adults are just obsolete children, and the hell with them.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.

No matter what you do, somebody always imputes meaning into your books.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

You make 'em, I amuse 'em.

Fantasy is a necessary ingrediant in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store? What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?