The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

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.

May you find love, joy and hope at Christmas and every day of your life.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

The relationship with my people, the Nigerian people, is very good. My relationship with the rulers has always been problematic.

[On men:] I'm torn between wanting to have one and wanting to be one.

If you don't vote Socialist/Communist before you are twenty, you have no heart - if you do vote Socialist/Communist after you are twenty, you have no head.

On tight money: It reflects a reversion to the old idea that the tree can be fertilized at the top instead of at the bottom - the old trickle-down theory.

Yet she felt an impostor, and already the mask had begun to bite into her face.

While the question of who killed President Kennedy is important, the question 'what killed him' is more important.

What distinguishes modern art from the art of other ages is criticism.

Mere animals couldn’t possibly manage to act like this. You need to be a human being to be really stupid.