A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself

I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God's name is Abraxas.

I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.

Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

I think my underwear is curling off me like burning paper.

I go everywhere by boat. I don't fly. It makes me feel really immobile but great.

Your background has a lot to do with your approach to movement.

My eyes adored ya Though I never laid a hand on you My eyes adored ya Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see how I adored ya So close, so close and yet so far

That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!

I wish you would notice that you are heterosexual.

I think comedy is the hardest actual form of writing there is.

The way of the mind is to study many things; the way of the Beingness is to focus on one thing.

A Christian who is not a revolutionary today isn't a Christian

I'm not serious most of the time.