As you feel more and more love, begin to smile, let go, be free.

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.

The last kiss is given to the void.

My God, Bobby Fischer plays so simply

gun registration is no more complex than the Income Tax system.

The secret to keeping winning streaks going is to maximize the victories while at the same time minimizing the defeats.

But for the first time, I had a religious identity. I had come home. And so I called myself a Zen Buddhist at the age of 18.

Every worthy act is difficult. Ascent is always difficult. Descent is easy and often slippery.

Music is like a lover that I can't commit to, but I seem to always find myself in bed with.

Never underestimate the potential for human stupidity when wealth and power are at stake.

Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.