The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

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.

We are flawed creatures, all of us. Some of us think that means we should fix our flaws. But get rid of my flaws and there would be no one left.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Whoso hearkens not to God's voice, is an idolator, though he perform the highest and most heavy service of God.

In America, we don't, in daily discourse, use the words 'capitalism' or 'socialism.' They've been kind of nonexistent words, I would say, amongst the general public.

I think that's what keeps you grounded - having your own life that's not directed by your job.

I had been walking one afternoon in Scotland and thought: Why don't I just keep going? There was, I said, a magic in leaving a line of footprints stretching across Asia.

Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that

You may not know, But it is absolutely true: With each heartbeat Your heart is calling: "God, God!" You may not hear it, But God Himself definitely hears Your heart's cry.

How was it possible that entire lives could change, could be destroyed, and that streets and buildings remained the same, she wondered.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.