Blowing,Blowing The gray slabs Will lose you the winds will flick you away In a whiff - Carl Sandburg

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud

HAPPINESS I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.