I love the past. There are parts of the past I hate, of course.

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

I can't manage without homeopathy. In fact, I never go anywhere without homeopathic remedies. I often make use of them.

The long and winding road that leads to your door / Will never disappear, / I've seen that road before it always leads me here, / Leads me to your door.

I used to think anyone doing anything weird was weird. Now I know that it is the people that call others weird that are weird.

We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.

Late at night when the wind is still I'll come flying through your door, And you'll know what love is for. I am a bluebird, I'm a bluebird...

There are only four people who knew what the Beatles were about anyway.

When you were young, and your heart, was an open book. You used to say, live and let live.

One of my biggest thrills for me still is sitting down with a guitar or a piano and just out of nowhere trying to make a song happen.

Let your eyes be the camera and your imagination be the set.

We who were born into privilege and opportunity were given these gifts with an expectation: to give them away.

Pythagoras used to say that he had received as a gift from Mercury the perpetual transmigration of his soul, so that it was constantly transmigrating and passing into all sorts of plants or animals.

The longer I live the more conscious I am of human frailty, and of the constant, overwhelming need we all have of God’s grace.

A visionary thrives under all conditions.

As Brooks Adams put it, the sole problem of our ruling class is whether to coerce or to bribe the powerless majority.

It is better to be the builder of our own name than to be indebted by descent for the proudest gifts known to the books of heraldry.

We live in a country where voting rights get gutted but Sharknado gets a sequel.

You gotta look beyond the mainstream... the mainstream'll drown you, you know? There's always a pulse in the underground that I love. And the pulse in the underground is what keeps heavy metal alive.

Wouldn't Ponochio II be a great musical, now that he has to face the real world and get a wife... job. Now he wants to be a toy again.