God knows there's a heaven.

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.

I don't think there's enough guns.

You're better than no one and no one is better than you.

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.

When I think of mystery, I don't think about myself. I think of the universe, like why does the moon rise when the sun falls? Caterpillars turn into butterflies? I really haven't remained a recluse.

Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.