Remember When You're Out There Trying To

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

The Real Power Is In The Hands Of Small Groups Of People And I Don't Think They Have Titles.

Beauty Walks A Razors Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine.

Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up Before He Can See The Sky? Yes, 'n' How Many Ears Must One Man Have Before He Can Hear People Cry? Yes, 'n' How Many Deaths Will It Take Till He Knows That Too Many People Have Died? The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.