Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not t — Frank Zappa

"Every socialistic type of government… produces bad art, produces social inertia, produces really unhappy people, and its more repressive than any other kind of government."

"Their stupidity does not amaze me, its when theyre smart that amazes me. Its baffling whenever you find someone whos smart — incredible. Soon youll have zoos for such things."

"Ill tell you what classical music is, for those of you who dont know. Classical music is this music that was written by a bunch of dead people a long time ago. And its formula music, the same as top forty music is formula music. In order to have a piece be classical, it has to conform to academic standards that were the current norms of that day and age … I think that people are entitled to be amused, and entertained. If they see deviations from this classical norm, its probably good for their mental health."

"A wise man once said, "never discuss philosophy or politics in a disco environment."

"I like to watch the news, because I dont like people very much and when you watch the news... if you ever had an idea that people were really terrible, you could watch the news and know that youre right."

"There’s no reason to assume that my idea of what‘s better would really be better. I resent it when other people try to inflict their ideas of betterness on me. I don’t think they know. And I can’t see any authority on the horizon that’s got any answers that seem worthwhile. Most of the things that are suggested are probably detrimental to your mental health."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."