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I would rather be a poor man in a garret with plenty of books than a king who did not love reading.

I was asked what I would like to be said of me in a hundred years from now. I replied "...and he's still sexually active!"

There may be not much/ difference/ Between Raquel Welch and/ Jerry Rubin/ If we hear their heartbeat.

My own home, we do it in our on home. I know about that. Anybody that has a VCR, talk to them, and I ask you to use your own commonsense... If you had the power to sit on a playback of a recording and you could wipe out the commercials or not wipe out the commercials, what would you do? ... We all do it. But when you do it, you strip away the reason for free television. ... As far as I am concerned, I am going to continue taping because the plaintiffs have said they aren't going to do anything to me. I am not committing any crime. They know that.

If all men knew what each said of the other, there would not be four friends in the world.

For my own part I think no innocent species of wit or pleasantry should be suppressed: and that a good pun may be admitted among the smaller excellencies of lively conversation.

Somehow the wires have crossed,/ Communication's lost,/ Can't even get you on the telephone,/ Just got to shout about it,/ I'm losing you,

(Lennon/McCartney)// Standing in the dock at Southampton,/ Trying to get to Holland or France./ The man in the mac said, "You've got to turn back"./ You know they didn't even give us a chance./ Christ you know it ain't easy,/ You know how hard it can be./ The way things are going/ They're going to crucify me./ Finally made the plane into Paris,/ Honey mooning down by the Seine./ Peter Brown called to say,/ "You can make it O.K.,/ You can get married in Gibraltar, near Spain"./ Christ you know it ain't easy,/ You know how hard it can be./ The way things are going/ They're going to crucify me./ Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton,/ Talking in our beds for a week./ The newspapers said, "Say what you doing in bed?"/ I said, "We're only trying to get us some peace"./ Christ you know it ain't easy,/ You know how hard it can be./ The way things are going/ They're going to crucify me./ Saving up your money for a rainy day,/ Giving all your clothes to charity./ Last night the wife said,/ "Oh boy, when you're dead/ You don't take nothing with you/ But your soul - think!"/ Made a lightning trip to Vienna,/ eating chocolate cake in a bag./ The newspapers said, "She's gone to his head,/ They look just like two gurus in drag"./ Christ you know it ain't easy,/ You know how hard it can be./ The way things are going/ They're going to crucify me./ Caught an early plane back to London./ Fifty acorns tied in a sack./ The men from the press said, "We wish you success,/ It's good to have the both of you back"./ Christ you know it ain't easy,/ You know how hard it can be./ The way things are going/ They're going to crucify me./ The way things are going/ They're going to crucify me.

Life without a purpose is a languid, drifting thing; every day we ought to review our purpose, saying to ourselves, 'This day let me make a sound beginning

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.