... We're Living In A Machiavellian World,

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.

I Define Nothing. Not Beauty, Not Patriotism. I Take Each Thing As It Is, Without Prior Rules About What It Should Be.

Lay Down The Song You Strum, And Rest Yourself 'neath The Strength Of Strings No Voice Can Hope To Hum.

Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will Not Follow You.

Folk Songs Are Evasive-the Truth About Life, And Life Is More Or Less A Lie, But Then Again That's Exactly The Way We Want It To Be. We Wouldn't Be Comfortable With It Any Other Way. A Folk Song Has Over A Thousand Faces And You Must Meet Them All If You Want To Play This Stuff. A Folk Song Might Vary In Meaning And It Might Not Appear The Same From One Moment To The Next. It Depends On Who's Playing And Who's Listening.