The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

The forces of freedom and choice will always triumph against the forces of conformity and control.

My writings are my letters to the universe, who loved me like a mother.

Without death in the world, existence in it would soon become, through over-population, the most frightful of curses.

I'm hopeless at small talk and have a problem making eye contact.

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes

The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty.

In general, fakirs, like scribes and potters, are sitting down, when he's standing up, a fakir is just like an other man, and sitting down, he'll be smaller than the others.

And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can't help but miss the sticky-sweet warmth of a good old fashioned hot box.

I have loved justice and hated iniquity: therefore I die in exile.

Political convulsions, like geological upheavings usher in new epochs of the world's progress.