Been stuck in airports, terrorized; sent to meetings, hypnotized; overexposed, commercialized. Handle me with care.

I'm only myself when I have a guitar in my hands.

All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.

With every mistake, we must surely be learning.

Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by Nature

Love one another (His last words)

When you've seen beyond yourself, then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there.

You can be standing right in front of the truth and not necessarily see it, and people only get it when they're ready to get it.

Heaven and hell is right now. ... You make it heaven or you make it hell by your actions.

Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet. It’s great when I’m in my garden, but the minute I go out the gate I think, ‘What the hell am I doing here?

The world is ready for a mystic revolution, a discovery of the God in each of us.

Old Barley might be as old as thee hills, and might swear like a whole field of troopers, but there were redeeming youth and trust and hope enough in Chinks's Basin to fill it to overflowing.

In our age there is no such thing as 'keeping out of polities'. All issues are political issues.

I don't know of a single park without serious environmental problems.

I'm pretty boring with pizza toppings. I only ever eat margherita. If it's ever anything else then I'll just go 'mmm', pretend to eat it, then throw it in the bin.

The artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business.

Through my satire I make little people so big that afterwards they are worthy objects of my satire and no one can reproach me any longer.

In the awakened state of Presence, aloneness becomes all-oneness.

We are the mirror as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity. We are pain and what cures pain both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

The person who praises God is on the tracks of justice.

Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth stumbling on abuse.