You're Making Sense, Old Man, A Sense

It Is Bad To Suppress Laughter. It Goes Back Down To Your Hips. Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

It's Time To Move On To The Next Step In The Psychedelic Revolution. We've Reached A Certain Point, But We're Not Moving Any More.

Men Are Forever Eager To Press Drink Upon Those They Consider Their Superiors, Hoping Thereby To Eliminate That Distinction Between Them.... And Women, When Confronted By Superiors, Substitute For Drink The Crippling Liquor Of Their Sex.

That Ain't Me, That Ain't My Face. It Wasn't Even Me When I Was Trying To Be That Face. I Wasn't Even Really Me Them; I Was Just Being The Way I Looked, The Way People Wanted.

The Grateful Dead Are Our Religion. This Is A Religion That Doesn't Pay Homage To The God That All The Other Religions Pay Homage To.