“Sacred cows make the tastiest hamburger.”

The ’60s are gone, dope will never be as cheap, sex never as free, and the rock and roll never as great.

I learned one thing; you never do anything for fame or money. You only do things ’cause they’re fun or good. If you can combine the two at the same time, you can make a contribution to the world and have a lot of happiness.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Life-actors never rehearse and need no script. A life-actor uses whatever he has available, nothing more, nothing less.

Once you get the right image the details aren’t that important.

The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it. The second duty is to eat breakfast. I ain’t going.

I believe in compulsory cannibalism. If people were forced to eat what they killed, there would be no more wars.

When I appear in the Chicago courtroom, I want to be tried not because I support the NLF – which I do – but because I have long hair.

Every rock or molotov cocktail thrown should make a very obvious political point. Random violence produces random propaganda results. Why waste even a rock?

The idea that media is there to educate us, or to inform us, is ridiculous because that’s about tenth or eleventh on their list.

Peace is a very complicated concept. When the lion gobbles up the lamb and wipes his lips, then there’s peace. Well, I ain’t for that peace at all.

If you don’t have sex and you don’t do drugs, your rock ‘n’ roll better be awfully good.

Wouldn’t you want to be indicted by the govenment for a high crime? It’s a great thrill. It’s an honor. It’s a compliment. It’s fun. I’m enjoying every minute of it!

Understand that legal and illegal are political, and often arbitrary, categorizations; use and abuse are medical, or clinical, distinctions.

Maintain a sense of humor. People who take themselves too seriously are power-crazy. If they win it will be haircuts for all. Beware of power freaks.

What if when they called a war, no one went?

Mathematicians, like cows in the dark, all look alike to me.

Listening to the Fifth Symphony of Ralph Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for 45 minutes.

My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me.

What good is a cow that neither gives milk nor conceives? Similarly, what is the value of the birth of a son if he becomes neither learned nor a pure devotee of the Lord?

A household can never appear prosperous without a cow. How auspicious it is to wake up in the morning to the mooing of your own cow!

Even as a cow she was lovely.

The path of my life is strewn with cow pats from the devil’s own satanic herd!

I don’t like looking back. I’m always constantly looking forward. I’m not the one to sort of sit and cry over spilt milk. I’m too busy looking for the next cow.