Top 48 Quotes & Sayings by Jethro Tull

Too many temples where we could worship the beast.

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

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

I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.

I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.

She's a warm fart at Christmas.

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

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

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.

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

Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.

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

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

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.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

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

Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.

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

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

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

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

The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.

In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.

Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?

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

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.

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

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.

A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

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

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

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

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

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

I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.

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

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

The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.

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

Join the crazed institution of the stars.

In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him. And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over the earth when it was suited to man.

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

For the May Day is the great day, Sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient lines did ley Will heed this song that calls them back... Pass the cup, and pass the Lady, And pass the plate to all who hunger, Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, Pass the cup of crimson wonder.