Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

All that matters in life is that you are happy with where you are, what you are, and with whom you are. Everything around you will be happy and smile with you. If that isn’t success, then what is?

Do you remember?' Someone's always asking andsomeone else, always does

There is one thing we can do better than anyone else: we can be ourselves.

It (baseball) has no clock, no ties and no Liberal intrusions into the organized progression.

The evolutionists seem to know everything about the missing link except the fact that it is missing.

Words are the soul's ambassadors, who go / Abroad upon her errands to and fro.

I would be lying if I didn't say that the most inspirational place for me is Jamaica.

I always look for something that I haven't necessarily done yet because I like to expand my body of work.

And it occurred to him that there were two parts to being a better person. One part was thinking about other people. The other part was not giving a toss what other people thought.

One could construe the life of man as a great discourse in which the various people represent different parts of speech (the same might apply to states).