What's female beauty, but an air divine, thro' which the mind's all gentle graces shine? They, like the sun, irradiate all between; the body charms because the soul is seen.

Now I'm livin' out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach.

With Crazy Horse, it's all one big, growing, smoldering sound, and I'm part of it. It's like gliding, or some sort of natural surfing.

It's going to take a lot of love to make things work out right.

Remember when you used to watch TV in the Sixties and you'd see Perry Como in a cashmere sweater? That's what rock 'n' roll is becoming. It's your parents' music.

I look at radio as gone … Piracy is the new radio, that’s how music gets around.

Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle for where we're going. There's something ahead worth fighting for.

My my, hey hey... Rock and roll is here to stay. Hey hey, my my... Rock and roll will never die.

Look at mother nature on the run in the 1970's.

There's more to a picture than meets the eye.

I've always been better moving than I am standing still.

Any man who has ever led an army, an expedition, or a group of Boy Scouts has sadism in his bones.

Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasn't all a dream?

Nobody is fully alive who cannot apply to art as much discrimination and appreciation as he applies to the work by which he earns his living.

Never ask anyone over 70 how they feel. They'll tell you.

Awareness of the sacred in life is what holds our world together, and the lack of awareness of the sacred is what is tearing it apart.

To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child.

Everyone with an iPhone is a journalist in their own way now, especially because we live in a tabloid culture.

Our beds are empty two-thirds of the time. Our living rooms are empty seven-eighths of the time. Our office buildings are empty one-half of the time. It's time we gave this some thought.

The only way to get money out of politics is to get politics out of money-making.

Of what is real I say, Is it the old, the roseate parent or The bride come jingling, kissed and cupped, or else The spirit and all ensigns of the self?