“Alice! A childish story take,And with a gentile handLay it where Childhood dreams are twinedIn memory's mystic band,Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowersPluck'd in a far off land.”

“A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory... a far-off memory that's like a scattered dream... i want to line the pieces up... yours and mine.”

“A scattered dream that’s like a far-off memory,A far-off memory that’s like a scattered dream.I wanna line the pieces upyours and mine.”

“Each heart is a pilgrim,Each one wants to knowThe reason why the winds dieAnd where the stories go.Pilgrim, in your journeyYou may travel far,For pilgrim it's a long wayTo find out who you are...”

“Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.”

“O, let my land be a land where LibertyIs crowned with no false patriotic wreath,But opportunity is real, and life is free,Equality is in the air we breathe.”