Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you'd better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

This is more than an experience in the shadows of sleep.

Such indeed was her image, that neither could Shakespeare describe, nor Hogarth paint, nor Clive act, a fury in higher perfection.

The fundamental defect of Christian ethics consists in the fact that it labels certain classes of acts 'sins' and others 'virtue' on grounds that have nothing to do with their social consequences.

I'm not looking for a husband or marriage or not not looking for that stuff. I'm living, not thinking what I should or shouldn't be doing with my life.

You may knock your opponent down with the chessboard, but that does not prove that you are the better player.

For sheer excitement you can keep movie premieres and roller-coasters . An empty white canvas waiting to be filled. That's the thing.

The root of all sin is the suspicion that God is not good.

I'm an unbelievable designer.

The Spoonsize Boys steal the dollhouse toys while the cat by the fire is curled. Then away they floats in their eggshell boats, down the drains to their underground world.

It's not the events of our lives that shape us, but our beliefs as to what those events mean.