A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty

I think that one of the main privileges of what I do, which I am just starting to learn, is to have the ability to travel all over the world and experience different cultures.

A country so rich that it can send people to the moon still has hundreds of thousands of its citizens who can't read. That's terribly troubling to me.

I play in a lot of empty rooms.

The mind is like a computer. It runs programs. Most of the software has been poorly written. It is written in the language of fear.

There is no shortage of mechanisms by which to measure almost anything.

Be tough in the way a blade of grass is: rooted, willing to lean, and at peace with what is around it.

You think it's a blessing to know what God wants? I'll tell you what he wants. He wants to push me over! Can't he see what's inside of me? All my sins.

O! what a Godlike Power is that of doing Good! I envy the Rich and the Great for nothing else!

It simply works. You do it twice a year. Who cares? And it balances my smoking and drinking.

And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.