“If there is a load you have to bear that you can’t carry, I’m right up the road. I’ll share your load if you just call me.”

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone, only darkness every day.

I was wiser at 30 than I am now. My judgment was better at 12. If you look out the windshield of a Hyundai or a Bentley, you see the same road.

I write and sing about whatever I am able to understand and feel. I feel that it is healthier to look out at the world through a window than through a mirror. Otherwise, all you see is yourself and whatever is behind you.

My real life was when I was just a working guy. You know, it’s OK to head out for Wonderful. But on your way to Wonderful, you’re gonna have to pass through All Right.

I’ve always been serious that way, trying to evolve to a more conscious state. Funny thing about that,though. You tweak yourself,looking for more love, less lust, more compassion, less jealousy.

Lean on me, when you’re not strong and I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.

If you start sweet, then you’ve got somewhere to go.

I write and sing about whatever I am able to understand and feel.

If nobody throws all their rules at you, you might make a song with no introduction.

When you get to all right, take a good look around and get used to it, because that may be as far as you’re gonna go.

I’m angry at what’s happening to America and angry with myself that I can’t do more. I would be miserable if I couldn’t bear witness.

I know how easy it is for some minds to glide along with the current of popular opinion, where influence, respectability, and all those motives which tend to seduce the human heart are brought to bear.

I bear no grudges. I have a mind that retains nothing.

The greatest misfortune of all is not to be able to bear misfortune.

Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can’t bear to see it.

A defensive investor can always prosper by looking patiently and calmly through the wreckage of a bear market.

Plato’s dialogues bear at least some similarities to the classical plays.

Bears don’t live on Park Avenue.