Littera scripta manet – ‚The written word will remain‘. That’s true, but it won’t be that much comfort to me.

I second-guess and overthink and rethink every single thing that I do.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

There is nothing so terrible as activity without insight.

As I’m traveling around, I meet many small children. And when I look at a small and think how we’ve harmed this beautiful planet since I was that age, I feel a kind of desperation, anger, shame. I don’t know what I feel; I just don’t know what the emotion is.

He who learns but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but does not learn is in great danger.

Great thoughts speak only to the thoughtful mind, but great actions speak to all mankind.

I am getting to the point where the only love worth being in is the love worth singing about.

My one big regret is that I didn’t play on for ten more years.

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.

All generalizations are false, including this one.

Anything can make me stop and look and wonder, and sometimes learn.

I was at a New Year’s Eve party, and someone asked me how was my year, and I said, ‚I honestly think 2011 was the best year of my entire life,‘ and I actually meant it.

Christmas is a tonic for our souls. It moves us to think of others rather than of ourselves. It directs our thoughts to giving.

Sometimes, I want to talk on a song and be angry, because I am angry. Then there’s always a part of me that remembers that this record lives past my being angry, and so do I really want to be angry about that? Is that feeling going to have longevity?

In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.

To all those who have suffered as a consequence of our troubled past I extend my sincere thoughts and deep sympathy. With the benefit of historical hindsight we can all see things which we would wish had been done differently or not at all.

Sometimes it seems as if there are more solutions than problems. On closer scrutiny, it turns out that many of today’s problems are a result of yesterday’s solutions.

My heart aches for America and its deceived people.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Errors are not in the art but in the artificers.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.

Have you ever thought how humiliating and distressing it was to be placed upon a sphere? For friendship it is a boon never to be able to be further apart than the antipodes. But suppose that you are leaving together to go on and on; it is impossible. To go beyond a certain point is to return to where you began.

Everybody always laughs because I feel so much more comfortable with, like, a giant paper bag on my whole body and paint on my face. Sometimes I try really hard to take it all off. But inevitably what’s underneath is still not a straight edge. And I don’t think it ever will be.

We occasionally stumble over the truth but most of us pick ourselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.

Who sows virtue reaps honor.

Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.

When I look back on my life as a whole, it is impossible for me not to feel blessed.

In every phenomenon the beginning remains always the most notable moment.

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

A home without books is a body without soul.

Very often, say what you will, a knave is only a fool.

Truth is the daughter of time, not of authority.

A tree’s a tree. How many more do you need to look at?

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

There have been times that I’ve wept as I’ve gone from city to city and I’ve seen how far people have wandered from God.

Philosophy is common sense with big words.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.

Life is wasted on the living.

The wise have always said the same things, and fools, who are the majority have always done just the opposite.

Now I realize that from ’72 through to about ’76, I was the ultimate rock star. I couldn’t have been more rock star.

That old law about ‚an eye for an eye‘ leaves everybody blind. The time is always right to do the right thing.

It is a curious thing: man, the centre and creator of all science, is the only object which our science has not yet succeeded in including in a homogeneous representation of the universe. We know the history of his bones, but no ordered place has yet been found in nature for his reflective intelligence.

I don’t want to be too critical of what other people do, but when people go back to do the same thing that they did, I’m completely confused. I’m like, ‚Didn’t you make that movie already?‘ I’ve been very fortunate, and I’m well taken care of, so the least I can do is try to go forward.

To read without reflecting is like eating without digesting.

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!

Who, being loved, is poor?

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. (Fortunately) everybody drinks water.

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

We are always doing something for posterity, but I would fain see posterity do something for us.

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them?

Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm.

It is true we have won all our wars, but we have paid for them. We don’t want victories anymore.