I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

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.

Each day, compel yourself to do something you would rather not do.

We all have a place within us, that would like to rewrite the way our life was written out for us....That's why people want to become authors.

Life is the sum or product of a bunch of individual moments if you can't enjoy moments then how do you expect to enjoy life?

Failure to get a right viewpoint in the beginning of our Christian lives may result in weakness and sterility for the rest of our days!

The most interesting thing is that the White House staff and the people under Donald Trump, at least some portion of them, some large portion of them, seem to have turned against Donald Trump.

If you really want a prize, or if you really want applause, you should try to write as many books as humanly possible.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.

When we truly discover love, capitalism will not be possible and Marxism will not be necessary.