The real meaning of the spoken word has to be demonstrated by practical deeds.

I hate polite conversation. I hate it when people stand around and go, "Hi, how are you?" I hate words that don't have any reason or meaning. Also I hate it when people smoke in elevators and closed in places. It's just so rude.

My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

If you can cut the people off from their history, then they can be easily persuaded.

Words are more powerful than some noises. Noises won't last long. Lyrics are so important, and people don't realize that.

The preservation of the sacred fire of liberty, and the destiny of the Republican model of Government, are justly considered as deeply, perhaps as finally staked, on the experiment entrusted to the hands of the American people.