Mother Goose is on the loose, stealing lines from Lenny Bruce.

The glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain.

Call it peace or call it treason / call it love or call it reason / but I ain't marching anymore

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win. Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt. That's morality, that's religion. That's art. That's life.

In the state of Mississippi, Many Years Ago, a boy of 14 years got a taste of Southern law.

Some people never get their feet on the ground, They're either sitting in a chair or theyre laying down.