The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

Money and art are far apart.

I stay cool, and dig all jive, That's the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.

Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.

So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.

I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn't, But you thought you would.

Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs.