Death comes at you no matter what you do in this life, and to equate drugs with death is a facile comparison.

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone

Nobody stopped thinking about those psychedelic experiences. Once you've been to some of those places, you think, ''How can I get back there again but make it a little easier on myself?''

Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills

It releases fear. It provides practical solutions. It says there is life after death.

Oh well a touch of gray kind of suits you anyway.