You Are You. Now, Isn't That Unpleasant?

I Still Climb Mount Everest Just As Often As I Used To. I Play Polo Just As Often As I Used To. But To Walk Down To The Hardware Store I Find A Little Bit More Difficult

Even Though We May All Become Extinct, We Can Still Leave Our Footprint In The Sand.

I Am The Lorax! I Speak For The Trees, Which You Seem To Be Chopping As Fast As You Please; But I Also Speak For The Brown Barbaloots, Who Frolicked And Played In Their Barbaloot Suits, Happily Eating Truffula Fruits. Now, Since You've Chopped The Trees To The Ground There's Not Enough Truffula Fruit To Go 'round! And My Poor Barbaloots Are All Feeling The Crummies Because They Have Gas, And No Food, In Their Tummies.

If You Can See Things Out Of Whack, Then You Can See How Things Can Be In Whack.

This Book Is To Be Read In Bed.