Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.

Really the truth is just a plain picture. A plain picture of, let's say, a tramp vomiting in the sewere. You know, and next door to the picture Mr. Rockefeller or Mr. C. W. Jones on the subway going to work. You know, any kind of picture. Just make a collage of pictures.

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

People's lives are filled with vice and the trappings of it. Ambition, greed and selfishness all have to do with vice. Sooner or later, you have to see through it or you don't survive.

Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.

Black is the Color and none is the number