The web of life, love, suffering and death unites all beings.

Be an artist of consciousness. Your picture of reality is your most important creation. Make it powerfully profoundly beautiful.

Life is a wave of creative consciousness rippling through space and time that we have the honor of aesthetically surfing.

The purpose of truly transcendent art is to express something you are not yet, but something that you can become.

The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness.

Love, consciousness, and creativity are the highest refinements of the cosmic evolutionary force.

Share your presence with others, no boundaries, completely, openly, lovingly. Love is what makes us alive.

When we gaze into the eyes of our beloved, we're staring into the eyes of a sacred mirror, and we recognize our oneness.

The good that binds us is Love, it comes from our Soul, it flows through our center, and connects us with everything.

I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.

It is very easy to take for granted the phenomenon that we are each alive, but we must try not to.

You only spoke a single line, yet it felt like a life sentence.

Sensation tell us a thing is.Thinking tell us what it is this thing is.Feeling tells us what this thing is to us.

I just can’t do it anymore. It’s too painful. It doesn’t mean I’m over you, it means I’m not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.

Men like cars women like clothes. Women only like cars because they take them to clothes.

My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate.

Some of my earlier songs are kind of more about mental illness.

We usually think that a strong economy leads to an increase in life satisfaction among the population. We found that's not the case in Scotland.

fiction is not only the historian of life but its apologist.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

I never set out to achieve anything, certainly not fame like this,I still have to deal with how to actually make my life work.