Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Be brave, be bold, be free.

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside.

It really was getting difficult to be wonderful.

What I have found is that even when you try to transform existing structures they are so powerful they often overwhelm, seduce, and control you.

All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible.

Failure is what you may need to eventually succeed.

Forty-five percent of Iraqi citizens think it is morally okay to attack American troops.

Without birds, trees would be very lonely and men too!

I'm an extremely slow worker, very unprolific. It can take me weeks to do a three-minute song, or at least to make it sound, in my mind, like I haven't written it. That's when I'm satisfied.

Don't go on pretending to be someone you are not