We're all like tools. Not only like tools, we are tools, tools of Time. We're worn into grooves by Time — by our habits. In the end, these grooves are going to show whether we've been second-rate or champions, each in his way, in dispatching the affairs of every day. By choosing our habits, we determine the grooves into which Time will wear us; and these are grooves that enrich our lives and make for ease of mind, peace, happiness — achievement.

We feel the thing we ought to be beating beneath the thing we are.

We are as gods and might as well get good at it.

If we could all sound like we wanted to, we’d sound like George Jones.

We must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity … I think that’s what being really human means.

Our bodies hummed with contentment.

Let us embrace each other like we have the arms of two chairs. Let us dance like our legs are those of a table. We should do dinner sometime.

Life calls the tune, we dance.

live and move and have our being

I wanna be strong, I wanna laugh along, I wanna belong to the living. Alive, alive, I wanna get up and jive, Wanna wreck my stockings in some jukebox dive.

We must delight in each other, make other's conditions our own, rejoice together, mourn together, labor and suffer together, always having before our eyes our commission and community in the work, our community as members of the same body.

We crave ease, but stimulation is what really makes us happy.

So dance dance dance Teach us to be true Come dance dance dance 'Cause we love you

We needed you To love us too. We wait for your move.