Find What You Love And Let It

If There Are Junk Yards In Hell, Love Is The Dog That Guards The Gates.

What A Weary Time Those Years Were -- To Have The Desire And The Need To Live But Not The Ability.

Can You Remember Who You Were, Before The World Told You Who You Should Be?

That Was All A Man Needed: Hope. It Was Lack Of Hope That Discouraged A Man.

There May Not Be A Hell, But Those Who Judge May Create One. I Think People Are Over-taught. They Are Over-taught Everything. You Have To Find Out By What Happens To You, How You Will React. I'll Have To Use A Strange Term Here... "good." I Don't Know Where It Comes From, But I Feel That There's An Ultimate Strain Of Goodness Born In Each Of Us. I Don't Believe In God, But I Believe In This "goodness" Like A Tube Running Through Our Bodies. It Can Be Nurtured. It's Always Magic, When On A Freeway Packed With Traffic, A Stranger Makes Room For You To Change Lanes... It Gives You Hope.