The woods were made for the hunter of dreams The brooks for the fishes of song.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong.

Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.

Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again.

Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.

The woods were made for the hunter of dreams...

W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say 'hullo'; Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do. How's the world a-usin' you?

There are purple grapes in the Land of Git-Thare.

Just drop your bucket where you are.

I say the very things that make the greatest StirAn' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur.

All Poets are mad.

Have a dream in your head and a fire in your heart.

Apparently it takes, like, forty-seven muscles to frown. Flippin' the bird' s a hell of a lot easier.

Each of us is born into our own mysteries but the mystery of another might just take us in and embrace us. And then what a sense of homecoming, of belonging!

If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.

Don't object so much, you'll live longer.

Thou canst not pray to God without praying to Love, but mayest pray to Love without praying to God.

It's not right to say that our loss in Vietnam turned out to be a gain. But lessons were learned. And they were the right lessons.

The first move toward the determination of the direction of my art was the fortunate invention of plans for Blok’s wonder The Puppet Show.

I'm learning in my old age that the only thing you can do to keep your sanity is to stay in the moment.