Let the record reflect: the American people are a bunch of suckers.
Let the rain falling on your face run into your eyes. Can you see the rainbow now through the stormy skies?
Let the radiance of my enthusiasms envelop the poor courtyard and the bare classroom. Let my heart be a stronger column and my goodwill purer gold than the columns and gold of rich schools.
Let the rabbit of free enterprise out of its velveteen bag and too many people would have to be fired, too much idiocy exposed to the light of judgment or ridicule, too much vanity sacrificed to the fires of efficiency. Such a catastrophe obviously would threaten the American way of life, to say nothing of the belief in free markets.
Let the questions be the curriculum.
Let the pushers and the grabbers climb their ladders, I'll stay here dancing on the ground.
Let the punishment be proportionate to the offense.
Let the pulpit resound with the doctrine and sentiments of religious liberty. Let us hear of the dignity of man's nature, and the noble rank he holds among the works of God...Let it be known that British liberties are not the grants of princes and parliaments.
Let the professionals like doctors and engineers teach in schools once a week. Let's make teaching a national movement necessary for Nation building.
Let the power of your love change the world, but never let the problems of this world change the beauty of your love.
Let the power of intention lead the way.
Let the poor man mind his tongue.
Let the poor man count as his enemy, and his worst enemy, every invader of the right of free discussion.
Let the politicians debate equal pay and pursue the folly of a war on women in America.
Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.
Let the planet be convulsed with exploding bombs.
Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
Let the people who love your work know that you appreciate them, because that's how you build your fans.
Let the people walk. Or ride horses, bicycles, mules, wild pigs-anything-but keep the automobiles and the motorcycles and all their motorized relatives out. We have agreed not to drive our automobiles into cathedrals, concert halls, art museums, legislative assemblies, private bedrooms and other sanctums of our culture; we should treat our national parks with the same deference, for they, too, are holy places.