All the blood is drained out of democracy - it dies - when only half the population votes.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn't got one.

Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.

America... just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

We all deserve to be treated with nothing but respect. In order to command respect from others, we must first and foremost respect ourselves.

{Iola Speaking} "The only time I seem to get you to actually say something is over coffee, so let’s latte.

We were a spiritual family. My mother always told me, 'People hated Jesus Christ, so why should you worry about them?' Once she put it in that perspective, I was like, 'You're right, Ma.'

When we question our thoughts, we see that the craziness was never in the world, but in us.

There is science, logic, reason; there is thought verified by experience. And then there is California.

April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats, and skipping ropes and bicycles and a thin new moon.

Wherever the poetry of myth is interpreted as biography, history, or science, it is killed.

He that sees another in error and endeavors not to correct it, testifies himself to be in error.

You have nothing that the humblest worker has not a right to have also.