“If I lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died.”

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.

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.

Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.

Music attracts the angels in the universe.

If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.

I don’t think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there’s some kind of change.

Creativity has a lot to do with the main idea. Inspiration is what comes when you are dealing with the idea. But inspiration won’t invite what’s not there to begin with.

You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.

All the money you made will never buy back your soul.

I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.

Even if you live forty or fifty years in this world, and then die, you cannot take all your goods with you.

One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.

Death means my present physical costume ends.

To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead.

To Harry Secombe: I hope you die first as I don’t want you singing at my funeral.

I want to live where the clouds touch the sky. I’m told the love their never dies.

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.