The universe does not work by our rules

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.

All governments suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities.

If we define Futurism as an exploration beyond accepted limits, then the nature of limiting systems becomes the first object of exploration.

When politics and religion are intermingled, a people is suffused with a sense of invulnerability, and gathering speed in their forward charge, they fail to see the cliff ahead of them

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

Do actions agree with words? There's your measure of reliability. Never confine yourself to the words.

Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.

Justice belongs to those who claim it, but let the claimant beware lest he create new injustice by his claim and thus set the bloody pendulum of revenge into its inexorable motion

The best contribution one can make to humanity is to improve oneself.

People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.

Sean was young, vibrant, capable. Life hadn't even begun to digest his hope.

Completion comes when we not just wake up from all form, from all identification, but when love causes us to re-embrace it all.

What's this? That little red-haired girl dropped her pencil... Gee... It's got teeth marks all over it... She nibbles her pencil... She's human!

Cities are obvious metaphors for life. We call roads arteries and so forth.

The idea of beetles came into my head. I decided to spell it BEATles to make it look like beat music, just a joke.

I want to explore more sides of humanity and myself. That's what acting is about.

The time will come when mankind will begin to get away from the consciousness of needing so many material things. More security and peace will be found in the simple life.

I give in to nothing or nobody. Cut me, break my bones, it was all the same.

One of the sweet and expectable aspects of life afloat is the perpetual present moment one lives in and a perception that time is nothing more than the current, an eternal flowing back to the sea.