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We'll start over. But you can't start. Only a baby can start

We're sorry. It's not us. It's the monster. The bank isn't a man. The bank isn't like a man. Yes, but the bank is only made of men.

We still go where we want, even if we got to crawl for the right.' - Tom Joad (Jr.)

We will rich soon, and you who handle poverty badly will handle riches equally badly... In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms.

What I am mourning is perhaps not worth saving, but I regret its loss nevertheless.

What pillow can one have like a good conscience?

While the churches, bringing the sweet smell of piety for the soul, came in prancing and farting like brewery horses in bock-beer time, the sister evangelism, with release and joy for the body, crept in. silently and greyly, with its head bowed and its face covered.

Why are you making no more songs?' I said to him in a tone like that. 'Why are you making no more songs?' 'I have grown to be a man. Only children make songs -- children and idiots.

Will liked to live so that no one could find fault with him, and to do that he had to live as nearly like other people as possible.

With all the polls and opinions posts, with newspapers more opinion than news so that we no longer know one from the other....

Without money you cannot fight money.

You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your preconception. You see what is, where most people see what they expect.

You can't start with a democracy. You have to work up through stuff like tyranny and monarchy first. That way people are so relieved when they get to democracy that they hang on to it.

You don't even know where I'm going." "I don't care. I'd like to go anywhere.

You got to think about that day, an' then the nex' day. Jus' take ever' day.

Young Henry was conscious, this night, that he had lived for fifteen tedious years without accomplishing any single thing of importance. And had his mother known his feeling she would have said, 'He is growing.' And his father would have repeated after her, 'Yes, the boy is growing.' But neither would have understood what the other meant.

Your days are like pages, the chapters unread. You have to keep turning your book has no end.

You see, I have been at revaluing myself in the last few days. I may have some value to historians because I have destroyed a few things. The builder of your Cathedral is forgotten even now, but I, who burned it, may be remembered for a hundred years or so. And that may mean something or other about mankind.