There are a lot of children in Afghanistan$$$ but little childhood.

There's nothing that keeps its youth$$$ so far as I know$$$ but a tree and truth.

Alas for those that never sing$$$ but die with all their music in them!

You've got to have something to eat$$$ and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body's sermon on how to behave.

Each man is a little war.

It is difficult to live in the present$$$ pointless to live in the future and impossible to live in the past.

My hope still is to leave the world a bit better than when I got here.

The most sophisticated people I know - inside they are all children.

Those times i burned my guitar$$$ it was like a sacrifice. We all burn things we love. I love my guitar.

Dont you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and youre not taking advantage of it?