To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods.

In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way.

A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over Drunk with the honey-dew.

Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Some must toil when the noonday beams; But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh, Every man is a King of Dreams.

Upon my lips the breath of song, Within my heart a rhyme, Howe'er time trips or lags along, I keep abreast with time!

Mortals, while through the world you go, Hope may succor and faith befriend, Yet happy your hearts if you can but know, Love awaits at the journey's end!

One thing a man must have: either a naturally light disposition or a disposition lightened by art and knowledge.

You can radically alter the worth of your life when you develop inner voices that serve and support your true purpose.

When does complete awareness occur? When the ego departs.

Time is precious but truth is more precious than time.

Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.

I'm planning my most ambitious tattoo yet. You can never have enough tats.

I think suicide is the most perfect thing you can do in life.

Unless we are able to evolve a spirit of mutual tolerance for diametrically opposite views, non co-operation is an impossibility.

But my hands are in the right place." "Heart," I corrected. "Your heart's in the right place." "Yeah, but my hands are in an even better place." And so they were.

We all have defining moments. It is in these moments that we find our true characters. We become heroes or cowards; truth tellers or liars; we go forward or we go backward.