The beauty of things must be that they end.

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.

Running cleared the day's cobwebs from my mind and focused my thinking, and gave me time and space to sort out anything that was bothering me, or to detach and think of nothing at all.

It's not the balanced life we remember, it's the beautiful life.

A car to pick me up every day, a chair with my name on it, everybody being very polite... what can you do except sit back and watch it all, try to take it all in?

If I could explain golf, I'd be a genius.

The stupidity of one brain multiplied by twelve.

When I am in my painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing.

Love and only love will endure. Hate is everything you think it is. Love and only love will break it down.

I think the stress of having to continue to fight the fight day in and day out, whatever it is, that which keeps you driving. You can get to a place where you no longer want to do that.

What I did have was an incredible amount of belief in myself.