"Lennie said quietly, "It ain't no lie. We're gonna do it. Gonna get a little place an' live on the fatta the lan'.

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.

It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky, up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened- Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many.

I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.

"We could do it, you know."
"What?"
"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it."

Wouldn't it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them?

We live, not as we wish to, but as we can.

إذا كنا نتناول الطعام نفسه, ونغني الأغاني الحزينة ذاتها, ونؤمن بالخرافات عينها, ونحلم بذات الأحلام, فلم لا نكون قادرين على العيش معاً؟

From what we get, we can make a living. What we give; however, makes a life.

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

Each of us must live off the fruit of his thoughts in the future, because what you think today and tomorrow, next month and next year, you will mold your life and determine your future. You are guided by your mind.