Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.

The crush of lobbyists on Washington and purchase of the media by corporations has created a big business-run government and a worthless press leaving Americans screwed and ill-informed.

In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.

Legitimacy, when challenged, bases itself on an appeal to the past, while justification relates to an end that lies in the future. Violence can be justifiable, but it never will be legitimate.

Do we make ourselves into what we become or is it built into our genes, into the fate spun for us by whatever shapes events?

Bob Dylan is out of the mentorship of Allen Ginsberg.

I've been through a lot of ups and downs. Just willing to get back up and grind every day to try and get better.

Now's the time to take a chance, come on we've gotta make a stand. What do we have to lose the choice is in our hands.

Postulate 1. All chance systems of causes are not alike in the sense that they enable us to predict the future in terms of the past.

Sometimes I think life's only mission is to bring us to our knees...the perfect position to seek God.

It was nice to wear a suit at a young age, it's different from a school uniform.