Everyone has troubles. Finding yourself in the same boat with everyone else is the first sign of spirituality.
I don't want a pickle, just want to ride on my motorsickle
The New York State Freeway's closed, man. Far out!
Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted.
You don't need spirituality to discover the troubles that come your way. But, it's good to know that troubles are not unique to you alone.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.