No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I . . . I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.

Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

Sex, drugs, and insanity have always worked for me, but I wouldn't recommend them for everyone.