America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?

We're all golden sunflowers inside.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

Our heads are round so thought can change direction

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard.

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening.

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view.

None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.

When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.

Once in the end of the world hath he [Jesus] appeared to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself.

The space and light up there in Norfolk is wonderfully peaceful. I find myself doing funny things like gardening, and cooking, which I rarely do in London.

A sense of proportion and humanitarian action are not issues for terrorists. Their aim is that of killing and destroying.

Embrace the beautiful mess that you are.

« Barabas pulled Christopher out of the cage. The man stared up at him. “I died, didn’t I? Are you an angel?” “Sure,” Barabas said. “Follow me to the Heavenly Shower »

Penitentiary songs have been a love of mine for years. They are so wonderful.

Gratitude and treachery are merely the two extremities of the same procession. You have seen all of it that is worth staying for when the band and the gaudy officials have gone by.

Cultivate truth, good faith, experience, cleverness, sociability, and industry.

When I began to read, I began to exist

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.