The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault.

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.

I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It's all a question of how I view my life.

It must be the full confession by Christendom of Christendom's specific contribution to the sum of human cruelty and treachery.

Practice appreciation for who you are and what you have… and allow your life to unfold in the most amazing way.

Warner Studios official in the era of silent movies: Who the hell wants to hear actors talk?

I didnt want to be famous. I just wanted to earn enough money to have a nice life and enjoy acting.

Highland has changed my entire way of working with scripts. I use it every day.

Nothing destroys authority more than the unequal and untimely interchange of power stretched too far and relaxed too much.

I played a lot of leaders, autocratic sorts; perhaps it was my Canadian accent.

Time is not an absolute reality but an aspect of our consciousness.

After two years studying what rewrite men did with the facts I phoned them, I knew that journalism was essentially a task of stringing together seamlessly an endless series of cliches.