A hippie is someone who looks like Tarzan, walks like Jane and smells like Cheetah.

I wish we were all hippies and did yoga, lived in cottages, smoked weed, accepted everyone for who they are, and listened to wonderful music. I wish money didn't make us who we are. I just wish we could redo society.

Dealing with the Hippie is generally straightforward. His childlike nature will usually respond positively to drugs, sex, and/or rock and roll, although in which order these are to be deployed must depend on conditions specific to the moment.

I have education and once I had position. Now I am nobody, but I am happy.

I'm tired of all these hippie jack-offs

You're very polite, but I belong to another generation

I've never really fallen in love
but whatever this feeling is
i wish everyone could experience it

On the one hand, there are people known as straight, regular, square (and there are also cubes and tesseracts), classified, degreed, graduated, and moneyed, who live in little boxes made of ticky-tacky, cultivate lawn order, and want to get things ironed out in nothing flat. On the other, there are bohemians, nuts, bums, freaks, eccentrics, beatifics, whollymen, courtesans, vagrants, and hippies (a name which ought to have something to do with the dangerous curves of women’s hips), who want to experience the universe in a groovy, swinging, ecstatic, syncopated, rock-and-rolling, mind-blown, turned-on, and far-out way.

I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.

Hello. I'm hello, and I'd like to say myself.

I have generally been denominated a Deist, the reality of which I never disputed, being conscious <b>I am no Christian</b>, except mere infant baptism make me one; and as to being a Deist, I know not, strictly speaking, whether I am one or not, for I have never read their writings; mine will therefore determine the matter; for I have not in the least disguised my sentiments, but have written freely without any conscious knowledge of prejudice for, or against any man, sectary or party whatever; but <b>wish that good sense, truth and virtue may be promoted and flourish in the world, to the detection of delusion, superstition, and false religion</b>; and therefore my errors in the succeeding treatise, which may be rationally pointed out, will be readily rescinded.

Mister “I am not a Trekkie” gives me the Vulcan “Live Long and Prosper” salute as I walk away. Of course,

I have always been like the Greeks and didn’t know.

But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.