The National Bank at profit sells road maps for the soul.

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.

Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.

Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry

Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.