When in doubt, do something.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Do not prove but be yourself.

Where choice is set between cowardice and violence, I would advise violence ... I prefer to use arms in defense of honor rather than remain the vile witness of dishonor...

I am a believer in the evolutionary process, and yet I have sympathy for the friends of mine who are creationists. I don't find the positions incompatible.

I think, back in the day, when I was first starting to make music, all I wanted to do was to get a record deal.

Because one has written other books does not mean the next becomes any easier.

The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry.

He who wishes to be benevolent will not be rich.

Scratch my back with a hack saw!

I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?