Anything you can say, think, feel, trust or feel is untrue - is an illusion. The fact that there are these things is an illusion.

I'm an observer of life. I like to watch people, and I like to watch cactus. I like to talk to mountains and communicate with my friends in the other spheres and dimensions.

The best things in life are free. Sunsets and sunrises are free. Air is free. Love is free. Death is free. The best things in life are free.

Learn to be happy in any and all circumstances, whether you're experiencing pleasure or pain, whether there's loss or gain, whether the world loves you or hates you. Learn to be happy.

The Winter Solstice is the time of ending and beginning, a powerful time -- a time to contemplate your immortality. A time to forgive, to be forgiven, and to make a fresh start. A time to awaken.

The heart chakra is the central chakra.

Long before the advent of what scientists and scholars consider to be the beginning of human civilization, there was an age undreamed of ... the age of Atlantis.

As the kundalini rises, the knowledge and powers of those dimensions will begin to come to you.

Atlantis was destroyed by the greed of its inhabitants.

We live in an age that's repeating itself endlessly. We're getting closer again to the techno-chic world we saw in Atlantis that occurs in countless planes. It's indigenous to enlightenment.

The members of the Mystery school, during the time of Atlantis, had psychically seen the subsequent ages of darkness.

Communications tools don't get socially interesting until they get technologically boring.

Cleavage is to a man what power is to a woman.

The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury. [and therefore not appreciate it fully or be grateful for it every moment.]

Look at those two. Wasting time. You wouldn't catch me doing that.

It sounds corny, but I think people need stories to process the world. That's our business. That's the job we're in. We tell stories.

What joy there is in hearing yourself think, and to make that thinking into ink.

That's probably why my face was looking so crazy when I was crying [in "Hardball"] because it was some real.

My heart needs only one thing. It needs to be guided Along the age-old path Of life-blossoming self-awareness.

But one did not do feminist theory, as such, in those days, not only because male academic discourse did not recognize such a term, but especially because the womens movement did not either.

Affectation is as necessary to the mind as dress is to the body.