The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
How many roads must a man walk down Before your can call him a man?. . . The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.
Grown ups don't believe in Santa Claus. They vote.
Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.
Soul and intellect are just the same things.
we perceive silence where, in fact, there is a muffler.