And in his dream, Coyotito was reading from a book as large as a house, with letters as big as dogs, and the words galloped and played on the book.

Don't be embarrassed about being loved. I'm not asking you for anything; just let me love you and play the piano again tonight, just once more, if I still have the strength to do it. In exchange I ask only one thing: If you hear anyone say that I'm dying, go straight to my ward. Let me have my wish.

Don't carry your character with a degree. Carry your degree with a character.

A bribed man can only hate his briber. When this man died the nation rang with praise and, just beneath, with gladness that he was dead.

Written By John Steinbeck

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