“I don’t think any person has any special knowledge about what God has planned for me and you any more than me and you do.”

If you really want to get along with somebody, let them be themselves.

When you put your life in a good place, good things follow.

I’m an old fashioned joint smoker ya know.

I didn’t come here and I ain’t leavin’.

Sadly, there are more wild horses in holding pens than in the wild.

You’ll never get ahead by blaming your problems on other people.

When songs fall from the sky, all I can do is catch them before they hit the ground.

Heard you told him that you’d love him ’til the end of time. Now that’s the same thing that you told me.

What has changed is that nothing has changed. That’s what has made me more unhappy than everything else.

You can’t make a record if you ain’t got nothin’ to say.

I think people need to be educated to the fact that marijuana is not a drug. Marijuana is an herb and a flower. God put it here. If He put it here and He wants it to grow, what gives the government the right to say that God is wrong?

Marijuana is like sex: If I don’t do it every day I get a headache.

I’m crazy for trying, crazy for crying, and I’m crazy for loving you.

But if you think of all the people who don’t like me, just think of all the millions who’ve never heard of me!

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

If you start out looking at somebody, wondering whether he’s good or bad, I think you’re starting out in the wrong direction. I think we’re all good and we’re all bad.

Inside the walls of a prison my body may be, but my Lord has set my soul free.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

One shouldn’t be too inquisitive in life Either about God’s secrets or one’s wife.

I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!

We’ll all be equal under the grass, and God’s got a heaven for country trash.

We have had much to bear already. And still more will we have to bear. Let us thank God for being young.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?