Yesterday, today was tomorrow. And tomorrow, today will be yesterday.

It doesn't really matter what chords I play, what words I say or time of day it is, as it's only a Northern Song.

I've got my mind set on you. But it's gonna take money, a whole lot of spending money, it's gonna take plenty of money.

A cloudburst doesn't last all day. . .

I'm a tidy sort of bloke. I don't like chaos. I kept records in the record rack, tea in the tea caddy, and pot in the pot box.

Life is like a rain drop on a lotus leaf. Everybody realises that you're either very lucky person or you're not.

Each individual has to burn out his own karma and escape from the chains of maya (illusion), reincarnation, and all that.