For some not to be martyrs is martyrdom indeed.

The first printed mention of bagels... is to be found in the Community Regulations of Kracow, Poland, for the year 1610 which stated that bagels would be given as a gift to any woman in childbirth.

We see things as we are, not as they are.

I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong.

What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles? [A Herring]

Money can't buy happiness, but neither can poverty.

The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make a difference that you lived at all-using the talents that God has given you for the betterment of others.

The purpose of life is not to be happy, the purpose of life is to matter.

I sometimes think there is a dimension beyond the four of experience and Einstein: insight, that fifth dimension which promises to liberate us from bondage to the long, imperfect past

A conservative is one who admires radicals centuries after they're dead.

If at first you don't succeed, before you try again, stop to figure out what you did wrong.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?

Facts mean nothing to wounded feelings.

When I record in a studio I don't use an amp. I go directly into the board, so I can get that very fat, full sound - which is my favorite sound.

I like to write songs about what's happening, what I see around me and what I hear. Everyday life. Someone may be talking to me and I may take it from that.

I feel shabby - because I've made a name, quite a good name, out of photography. And I still find myself asking the same questions: Who am I? What am I supposed to be? What have I done?

You've got to make your mark. I just want some hank-panky. You never forget who you are sexy vs Skanky.

Civilization is not an incurable disease, but it should never be forgotten that the English people are at present afflicted by it.

Language,-human language,-after all is but little better than the croak and cackle of fowls, and other utterances of brute nature,-sometimes not so adequate.

Every day I'll wear your memory like a favorite shirt upon my back