John Lennon

I resent performing for frisking idiots who don’t know anything.

As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.

And so this is Xmas for black and for white, for yellow and red, let’s stop all the fight.

When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm because happiness is a warm gun.

Living is easy with eyes closed.

The more I see the less I know for sure.

Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.

All problems are finally scientific problems.

My facts shall be falsehoods to the common sense. I would so state facts that they shall be significant, shall be myths or mythologies. Facts which the mind perceived, thoughts which the body thought – with these I deal.

I finished my first book seventy-six years ago. I offered it to every publisher on the English-speaking earth I had ever heard of. Their refusals were unanimous: and it did not get into print until, fifty years later; publishers would publish anything that had my name on it.

Those who trust us educate us.

Fatigue makes cowards of us all.

Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life so. Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something.

How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice…

Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.

Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end, We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate.

We gain the strength of the temptation we resist.

They that have grown old in a single state are generally found to be morose, fretful and captious; tenacious of their own practices and maxims; soon offended by contradiction or negligence; and impatient of any association but with those that will watch their nod, and submit themselves to unlimited authority.

Everyone should keep a mental wastepaper basket, and the older he grows, the more things will he promptly consign to it.

Sir, you have but two topics, yourself and me. I am sick of both.

A healthy body is a guest chamber for the soul: a sick body is a prison.