Ah, if I could realize, if I could forget myself and devote my meditations to the freeing, the awakening and the blessedness of all living creatures everywhere I'd realize what there is, is ecstasy.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

Once art served to educate and edify, now it distracts and amuses.

She's no angel.He's no saint.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

The purpose is clear. It is safety with solvency. The country is entitled to both.

For me, the best part is people who watch the movie and tell me it inspired them to collaborate with their friend who's a photographer or filmmaker.

Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.

Most words evolved as a description of the outside world, hence their inadequacy to describe what is going on inside me.

As a football coach, everything in your life comes after your football schedule. I just could not make that commitment.

In hindsight it may even seem inevitable that a socialist society will starve when it runs out of capitalists.

The time at length arrives, when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished.