People think they know me from my songs. But my repertoire of songs is so wide-ranging that you'd have to be a madman to figure out the characteristics of the person who wrote all those songs.

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

It's mighty funny. The end of time has just begun.

You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.

Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!

No reason to get excited,' the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.