Young Cat! If You Keep Your Eyes

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.

Look At Life Through The Wrong End Of The Telescope.

Don't Conform For The Sake Of Pleasing Others. Mold Yourself Into The Person That You Want To Be.

Think! You Can Think Any Think That You Wish.

Unless Someone Like You Comes Around, Things Will Never Change.