We men and women are all in the same boat, upon a stormy sea. We owe to each other a terrible and tragic loyalty.

We are all in the same boat in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.

The sane man knows that he has a touch of the beast, a touch of the devil, a touch of the saint, a touch of the citizen. The really sane man knows that he has a touch of the madman.

If I have any desire at all, it is to show the brotherhood of man.

We love and lose in China,
we weep on England's moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.
We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we're the same.

Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs.
I wonder how they feel tonight.