Fight on land and sea All men want to be free If they don't never mind we'll abolish all mankind

We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out.

The important thing is to pull yourself up by your own hair to turn yourself inside out and see the whole world with fresh eyes.

What has gone wrong with the men who are ruling I'd like to know who they think they are fooling They told us that torture was over and gone but everyone knows the same torture goes on

We can say what we like without favour or fear and what we can't say we can breathe in your ear

With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

The only truths we can point to are the ever-changing truths of our own experience.

What's the point of a revolution without general copulation copulation copulation

We've got rights the right to starve We've got jobs waiting for work We're all brothers lousy and dirty We're all free and equal to die like dogs

Something unfathomable lies behind every thought ... something for which there aren't any words.

Once we thought a few hundred corpses would be enough then we saw thousands were still too few and today we can't even count all the dead Everywhere you look.

Look for God, suggests my Guru. Look for God like a man with his head on fire looks for water.

I do detest the human race as a whole, but some groups are more deserving than others,

As a result of subduing the forces of nature with the tools that we invent, we find ourselves today at the point where the force of our tools has become a greater concern than the forces of nature.

People become the stories they hear and the stories they tell.

It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.

A spiritual law that few recognize is that our confession rules us. It is what we confess with our lips that really dominates our inner being.

There is no happiness in the world equal to the happiness of being good.

Dialect or the speech of the people is capable of expressing whatever the people are.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

I've never thought about the end of my career. I've had this growing motto in my life to live day to day - and when you live day to day, it's hard to talk years.