Life's pretty tough . . . you're lucky if you live through it.

If we fix it so's you can't make money on war, we'll all forget what we're killing folks for.

My eyes has been my camera taking pictures of the world and my songs has been my messages that I tried to scatter across the back sides and along the steps of the fire escapes and on the window sills and through the dark halls.

I got started in Oklahoma. That's where I was born. Population down there is one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third white people.

Some men rob you with a six-gun -- others rob you with a fountain pen.

It's round the world I've traveled; it's round the world I've roamed; but I've yet to see an outlaw drive a family from its home

As I went walking That ribbon of highway I saw above me The endless skyway I saw below me The lonesome valley This land was made for you and me.