“Ain't no words for the things I'm feeling
ain't no tongue can tell
no name for the song my soul's revealing
and all is very well…”

“I'm learning to fly,
But I ain't got wings.
Coming down
Is the hardest thing.”

“There ain't no such thing as civilization.”

“I can't even really tell a joke. I find being funny very hard work. I am always asked about it and I feel guilty saying that, but it's the truth. I love my work but it ain't easy.”

“It ain't so much the things we don't know that get us into trouble, it's the things we do know that just ain't so.”

“The very beginning of the soul’s purgation is tranquility, in which the tongue is not given to discussing the affairs of men, nor the eyes to contemplating rosy cheeks or comely bodies, nor the ears to lowering the tone of the soul by listening to songs whose sole object is to amuse, or to words spoken by wits and buffoons—a practice which above all things tends to relax the tone of the soul.”

“In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina.
Can't you see the sunshine?
Can't you just feel the moonshine?
Ain't it just like a friend of mine
To hit me from behind?
Yes, I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind.”

“O how I feel, just as I pluck the flower
And stick it to my breast — words can't reveal;
But there are souls that in this lovely hour
Know all I mean, and feel whate'er I feel.”

“It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing).”

“A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones who need advice.”