He's The Sort Of Guy That Gets

To Be Just Without Being Mad (and The Madder You Get The Madder You Get), To Be Peaceful Without Being Stupid, To Be Interested Without Being Compulsive, To Be Happy Without Being Hysterical... Smoke Grass.

There Are Going To Be Times When We Can't Wait For Somebody. Now, You're Either On The Bus Or Off The Bus. If You're On The Bus, And You Get Left Behind, Then You'll Find It Again. If You're Off The Bus In The First Place — Then It Won't Make A Damn.

He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum

I've Been To Too Many Dead Concerts. There've Been Smokin' Holes Where My Memory Used To Be.

You've Got To Get Out And Pray To The Sky To Appreciate The Sunshine; Otherwise You're Just A Lizard Standing There With The Sun Shining On You.