“I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.”

We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.

How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn’t see?

May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong, may you stay forever young.

Democracy don’t rule the world, You’d better get that in your head; This world is ruled by violence, But I guess that’s better left unsaid.

You always got to be prepared but you never know for what.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.

The picture you have in your mind of what you’re about will come true.

Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools, you got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules. When you gonna wake up?

Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.

This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.

Everybody’s wearing a disguise, to hide what they’ve got left behind their eyes.

Peace is the time it takes to reload your rifle.

The real power is in the hands of small groups of people and I don’t think they have titles.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

Your mind is a your temple, keep it beautiful and free. Don’t let an egg get laid in it by something you can’t see.

Half of the people can be part right all of the time, Some of the people can be all right part of the time. I think Abraham Lincoln said that. ‘I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,’ I said that.

Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.

Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.

The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

Optimism – the doctrine or belief that everything is beautiful, including what is ugly.

Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

Pride is the oldest and most common of sins. Humility is the rarest and most beautiful of graces.