You know, Neil Young is singing Rock n' roll will never die, and Neil never rocked and rolled in his life. I mean, he rocked, but he didn't roll. He has got no swing in him.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

Keep a good heart. That's the most important thing in life. It's not how much money you make or what you can acquire. The art of it is to keep a good heart.

When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it's time for artists to make their mark.

Chase away the demons, and they will take the angels with them.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Freedom to me is a luxury of being able to follow the path of the heart, to keep the magic in your life. Freedom is necessary for me in order to create, and if I cannot create I don’t feel alive.

Depression can be the sand that makes the pearl. Most of my best work came out of it.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way.

Ira Gershwin, shame on him. I mean, some of the writing.

All my battles were with male egos. I’m just looking for equality, not to dominate. But I want to be able to control my vision.

I write to be a part of something - a world made up of words and ideas, which are sometimes painfully criticized, gratefully loved and can never be destroyed.

If I ever meet you againI’ll just look at your eyesI will try to smile…Smile and savor the momentBut we ‘ll live in our own worldA world devoid of anxiety and acrimony.

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

As for dying we can only assay that once

A man who gives his children habits of industry provides for them better than by giving them fortune.

Well, I can do certain jobs because smells don't bother me. But that means I'm usually the one at the ranch cleaning up all the manure.

Thanks to the telescope and the microscope, religion no longer offers an explanation for anything important.

Stalin's henchman Molotov, 96, died old and in bed, a privilege he helped to deny to millions.

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

We're never gonna move forward if we can't let go of things, especially things that don't happen to people today.