Jethro Tull Quotes

The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.

All sorts of dung and compost contain some matter which, when mixed with the soil, ferments therein; and by such ferment dissolves, crumbles, and divides the earth very much. This is the chief and almost only use of dung ... This proves, that its (manure) use is not to nourish, but to dissolve, i.e., divide the terrestrial matter, which affords nourishment to the Mouths of vegetable roots.
His underestimate of the value of manure.

I nominate this song as the "Song for the group" (from the Benefit CD): Chorus from the song "Inside" by Jethro Tull for it's positive mention of "joe": I'm sittin' in the corner feelin' glad, got no money comin' in but I can't be sad, That was the best cuppa coffee I ever had, And I won't worry about a thing because we got it made, here on the Inside outside's so far away.

God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.

We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day.

She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.

The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.

He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.

Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.

Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.

Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.

In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.

Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

All this time it had been quite plain to Hare that the others knew nothing about Spectacles.

Join the crazed institution of the stars.

Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.

Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.

Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.

And a bearded lady said to me ...

The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.