Our children may save us if they are taught to care properly for the planet; but if not, it may be back to the Ice Age or the caves from where we first emerged. Then we'll have to view the universe above from a cold, dark place. No more jet skis, nuclear weapons, plastic crap, broken pay phones, drugs, cars, waffle irons, or television. Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea.

We're just recycled history machines, cavemen in faded blue jeans.

It is an eternal truth in the political as well as the mystical body, that where one member suffers, all the members suffer with it

Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.

The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.