An Artist Has Got To Be Constantly

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children.

She Knows There's No Success Like Failure, And That Failure's No Success At All.

Gold Will Never Free Your Father, The Price, My Dear, Is You Instead.

He Gambled All His Life, He's Got 27 Children, Yet He's Never Had A Wife.