Kid, you'll move mountains.

You can't move mountains by whispering at them.

The main problem with writing in verse is, if your fourth line doesn't come out right, you've got to throw four lines away and figure out a whole new way to attack the problem. So the mortality rate is terrific.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the guy who'll decide where to go.

Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn't come from a store.

Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!