Long live all us crazy soldiers Who were born under calico skies May we never be called to handle All the weapons of war we despise

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.

An absence of antecedents and of relatives is sometimes an aid rather than an impediment to social advancement . . .

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] captures, in word-salad format, life in an encroaching police state.

Bella [Hadid] is also very naturally gifted in beauty so she can also go whenever she wants to go to the gym.

It is fortunate that Literature is in no ways injured by the follies of Collectors, since though they preserve the worthless, they necessarily defend the good.

He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

In my opinion, fun is what makes advertising successful.

Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments.

It's his word against the Commander's, unless he wants to head a posse. Kick in the door, and what did I tell you? Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.

Wounded Warriors tell me they're not just going to walk again, they're going to run, and they're going to run marathons!