History Seems To Be So Clumsy.

Blues Fallin' Down Like Hail And The Day Keeps On Worryin' Me There's A Hell Hound On My Trail.

A Man Will Treat A Woman Almost Exactly The Way He Treats His Own Interior Feminine. In Fact, He Hasn't The Ability To See A Woman, Objectively Speaking, Until He Has Made Some Kind Of Peace With His Interior Woman.

Nothing Will See Us Through The Age We're Entering But High Consciousness, And That Comes Hard. We Don't Have A Good, Modern Myth Yet, And We Need One.

If You Can’t Be Happy At The Prospect Of Lunch, You Are Unlikely To Be Happy About Anything

I Got Ramblin', I Got Ramblin' On My Mind. I Got Ramblin', I Got Ramblin' All On My Mind. Hate To Leave My Baby, But You Treats Me So Unkind.