Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.

If songs were lines in a conversation, the situation would be fine . . .

Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind

I saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink Moon gonna get you all

If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

And see she flies, and she is everywhere.

Let us subdue the ravages of the baser-self, and aspire to the higher calling of exalting joy through compassion, for that is the one true purpose of humanity.

Recollection, I have found, is usually about half invention...

Your bone shall remainYour flesh shall remain Your spirit shall remain

If you want to ask about my drug problem, go ask my big, fat, smart, ten pound daughter, she'll answer any questions you have about it.

I've got my wife. I've got my four kids. I've got parents, grandparents still, and three really good friends. It's all you need. I'd rather have three really good friends than 20 good friends.

If only the fit survive and if the fitter they are the longer they survive, then Volvox must have demonstrated its superb fitness more conclusively than any higher animal ever has.

One major should not get you into the Hall of Fame - maybe one major and 40 wins. I'm not gonna pick a guy with one major and 11 wins.

Hopefully New Zealand let me stay, and they don't kick me out and ban me. And I hope I don't get killed by a kangaroo, 'cuz I heard that happens out there.

Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.