I Fought For Peace In The Fifties.

I'm Not Sure If My Involvement In Causes, Benefits, Marches, And Demonstrations Has Made A Huge Difference, But I Know One Thing: That Involvement Has Connected Me With The Good People: People With The Live Hearts, The Live Eyes, The Live Heads.

And When One Person Taps Out A Beat, While Another Leads Into The Melody, Or When Three People Discover A Harmony They Never Knew Existed, Or A Crowd Joins In On A Chorus As Though To Raise The Ceiling A Few Feet Higher, Then They Also Know There Is Hope For The World.

It's A Terrible Thing Being A Patriarch. I Don't Even Have A Gray Beard. But People Keep Calling Me Up For Advice.

Realize That Little Things Lead To Bigger Things.

I Always Knew That Sooner Or Later There Would Come Somebody Like Woody Guthrie Who Could Make A Great Song Every Week. Dylan Certainly Had A Social Agenda, But He Was Such A Good Poet That Most Of His Attempts Were Head And Shoulders Above Things That I And Others Were Trying To Do. ... If I Had An Address, I'd Send Him A Birthday Card Saying, 'keep On Going.'