I think for it to be hip to be idealistic is weird, you know? I mean, even all the best rebels to me, had some sense of hope in them.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads.

There is a graceless human tendency to wish upon others the ills visited upon oneself. Instead of pointing successors towards short cuts, you relish seeing them clambering through identical hoops.

I will passionately perform my work.

Sound money is the sine qua non of a prosperous society.

You talk about 'Obama is going to herd us into FEMA brainwashing camps.' Maybe your brain needs a little washing.

The future belongs to the risk-takers, not the comfort-seekers .

Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.

Modesty is invisibility... Never forget it. To be seen - to be seen - is to be... penetrated. What you must be girls, is impenetrable.

My friends are so cynical, they refuse to keep the faith.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

Phish is such a good band; they just make stuff up as a jam band.