The strength of his will was the tool of his trade.

Think about the fool who by his virtue can be found in a most unusual situation playing jester to the clown.

You just get the vibes of your surroundings and it rubs off on you.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?

Let our hearts touch far horizons. Let our love know no borders, Draw the Circles wide until, No one stands alone.

Will you gather daydreams or will you gather wealth? How can you find your fortune when you cannot find yourself?

I'm a little nuts. I'm a lot nuts. All I know is that in the midst of the madness of this world it's my therapy. The music touches my heartstrings.

If you plan to face tomorrow, do it soon.

If I could read your mind, what a tale your thoughts could tell. Just like a paperback novel, the kind that drugstores sell.

You will go with me everywhere. When I'm dreaming, you still share my lonely nights.

Sometimes a broken dream will make you sad or make you mean. Sometimes things ain't bad as they seem.

He might fight under my badge, Bet'anya, but you're the only one he would die for.

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

You can try to reach an audience, but you just write what comes out of you and you just hope that it is accepted. You do not write specifically to a generation.

If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween.

On hearing about powerful love, respond, be moved like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you've been, remember how much your imagination created for you.

There is something that happens when we leave the land and enter the ocean. It's unexpected, the environment feels strangely welcoming. The ocean almost feels like... home.

Although there is no progress without change, not all change is progress.

If you can feel that Mother Earth is in you, and you are Mother Earth, then you are not any longer afraid to die because the earth is not dying. Like a wave appears and disappears and appears again.

The truth will set you free...unless you want to know the truth about who killed JFK.

Who among us has not gazed thoughtfully and patiently at a painting of Jackson Pollock and thought "What a piece of crap?"