And the wind will whip your tousled hair, The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, Great tales of love and strife. And somewhere on your path to glory You will write your story of a life.

Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that we are never so alive as when we concern ourselves with other people.

To know is to care, to care is to act, to act is to make a difference.

We all have the potential to move the world, and the world is ready to be moved.

No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends.

Be involved with the people with the live hearts, the live eyes, who are committed to something.

If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died, what one man's life could be worth, well I wonder what would happen to this world?

When in doubt, do something.

Strum your guitar sing it kid Just write about your feelings not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap it's what makes you thirsty

The major thing I'm afraid of is being 65 and saying, 'Gee, I wish I had done this and that, and that.' I want to face old age knowing I've tried all I wanted to try.

All of us should be involved in our own futures to create a world that our children will want to live in.

All I needed to know, all true knowledge, the only really essential knowledge, was to be found in the books I read and the music I listened to

...every woman has some reason to weep and weeping is sweetest when it is for another's sorrow.

There was no one, when I was in school, who talked about going in and blowing up students. The teachers were very stern and hateable, but nobody ever mentioned murder.

Well, then we got to know each other and eventually worked out a bit of idea of management.

Sometimes, the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

Photographier: c'est mettre sur la meme ligne de mire la tete, l'oeil et le coeur.

The human being holds a universe within, filled with overlapping frequencies, and the result is a symphony of cosmic proportions.

Men of cold passions have quick eyes.

You're actually inside the surfboard... you're inside the landscape around you and the ocean is surging, you get totally inside the moment and it's so intense that time disappears, you disappear.

I've always maintained that you can be sexy with your clothes on. Sexier maybe.