But I'm Only A Cockeyed

You Gotta Have A Dream. If You Don't Have A Dream, How You Gonna Make A Dream Come True?

Why You Were Born And Why You Are Living Depend Entirely On What You Are Getting Out Of This World And What You Are Giving To It. I Cannot Prove That This Is A Balance Of Mathematical Perfection, But My Own Observation Of Life Leads Me To The Conclusion That There Is A Very Real Friendship, Both Quantitatively And Qualitatively, Between What You Contribute And What You Get Out Of Life.

It Is A Modern Tragedy That Despair Has So Many Spokesmen, And Hope So Few.

But I'm Only A Cockeyed Optimist.

I'm Not Going To Run, I'm Going To Stand Here And Watch. Every Blow Will Cut Into My Heart, And Tell Me Who And What You Are.