I look crazy, but I'm not. And the funny thing is, that other people don't look crazy, but they are.

I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.

The earth is my altar, the sky is my dome, mind is my garden, the heart is my home and I'm always at home - yea, I'm always at Om.

We're not earthly beings any more… we're cosmic beings.

Now Heaven and Earth are older than the temples, and older than the Scriptures.

The past, present, and future, were all equally in gloom.

The master says it’s a glorious thing to die for the Faith and Dad says it’s a glorious thing to die for Ireland and I wonder if there’s anyone in the world who would like us to live.

Isn't it remarkable how everyone who knew [D.H.] Lawrence has felt compelled to write about him? Why, he's had more books written about him than any writer since Byron!

Our lack of intimacy is due to our refusal to unplug and shut off communication from all others so we can be alone with Him.

I'll be one year younger having missed my birthday and my mirror confirms it; so what's wrong with that.

Its funny how you can let yourself forget for seconds, how even in the heat of the horrible, you can have moments when you fool yourself into thinking it might all be okay

I have no sympathy for those who, under any pressure of circumstances, sacrifice their heart's-love for legal prostitution.

Whenever the true message of the cross is abolished, the anger of hypocrites and heretics eases and all things seem to be at peace.

I didn't mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit.

I had to pinch myself seeing the grassy knoll and the book suppository building.