“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.”

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.

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.

You don’t necessarily have to write to be a poet. Some people work in gas stations and they’re poets. I don’t call myself a poet, because I don’t like the word. I’m a trapeze artist.

A mistake is to commit a misunderstanding.

I look around and see all the beauty that is possible – all the beauty we can make. Together.

She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.

If you say my eyes are beautiful, it’s because they are looking at you.

There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.

Girls are soft and pretty.

When was the first time you fell in love? When I started writing about beautiful things.

I believe that children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside.

Secrets and mysteries provide a beautiful corridor where you can float out. The corridor expands and many, many wonderful things can happen, I love the process of going into mystery.