Folks out in the country couldn't afford to pay for anybody else to make music. They had to make their own. So the peasantry had their music, and it was about a hundred years ago given the name "Folk music".

The first country conquered by any dictator is his own country.

Songs won't save the planet, but neither will books or speeches.

But if by some freak of history communism had caught up with this country, I would have been one of the first people thrown in jail.

My mother gave me a ukulele at age eight, and I sang the popular tunes of the day.

I'd like to be remembered as the sower of seeds. That's the greatest parable in the bible as far as I'm concerned. Some seeds fall in the pathway, get stomped on and don't grow. Some fall on the stones and don't even sprout, but others fall on the ground and multiply a thousand fold.

And the people in the houses All went to the University And they got put in boxes Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same And they all come out all the same.