The Purpose Of Art Is To Stop

There Ought To Be A Law About You Coming Around.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

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.

Get Jailed, Jump Bail, Join The Army If You Fail.

People Seldom Do What They Believe In. They Do What Is Convenient, Then Repent.