“Jesus left a long time ago, said he would return. He left us a book to believe in, in it we’ve got an awful lot to learn.”

Great artists suffer for the people.

Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more, but each hurt makes my love stronger than before.

Anger destroys your soul.

If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else.

Who are they to judge us, simply because our hair is long?

I don’t make records for pleasure. I did when I was a younger artist, but I don’t today. I record so that I can feed people what they need, what they feel. Hopefully, I record so that I can help someone overcome a bad time.

Negotiating means getting the best of your opponent.

Crime is increasing, trigger happy policing. Panic is spreading, God knows where we’re heading.

Sexual healing is good for me.

Art is a way of possessing destiny.

Natural fact is, I can’t pay my taxes. Make me wanna holler and throw up on my hands.

Don’t play with something you should cherish for life.

I want to stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

What about this overcrowded land/How much more abuse from man can she stand?

Mercy, mercy me, things ain’t what they used to be.

Love your mother, she bore you. Love your father, he works for you.

About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman’s education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.

Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]

Kindness, so far as we can return it, is agreeable.

Those who go forth ministering to the wants and necessities of their fellow beings experience a rich return, their souls being as a watered garden, and a spring that faileth not

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

Never the grave gives back what it has won!

If he does not plant the field that was given over to him as a garden, if it be arable land, the gardener shall pay the owner the produce of the field for the years that he let it lie fallow, according to the product of neighboring fields, put the field in arable condition and return it to its owner.

If only the journey back could bring me to you.