Too much success gets you resting on your laurels and creates a kind of quicksand that you can't get out of.

Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back.

The average man is a conformist, accepting miseries and disasters with the stoicism of a cow standing in the rain.

If you can train your senses to perceive the movement of the minute hand of a clock, what is to stop you for training them to 'slow down' when you look at a tree or a puddle?

Imagination should be used, not to escape reality but to create it.

Turning on the light is easy if you know where the switch is.

When we pull back and get, for a moment, the 'bird's eye' view of life, it reveals meanings that are ungraspable by the narrow focus of our usual worm's eye view

When I open my eyes in the morning, I am not confronted by a world, but by a million possible worlds.

Ask the Outsider what he ultimately wants,and he will admit he doesn't know.Why? Because he wants it instinctively,and it is not always possible to tell what your instincts are driving towards.

It is far easier to write an angry letter than to go and say angry things to another person - because as soon as we look in one another's faces we can see the other point of view.

Sexual activity is driven by the same aims and motives as reading poetry or listening to music: to escape the limitations imposed by the need for particularity in the consciousness.

Don't call me a saint. I don't want to be dismissed so easily.

The tongue can no man tame it is an unruly evil.

Although social media is a relatively new form of communication, it has become the primary way retailers and customers are interfacing.

In life and business, there are two cardinal sins. The first is to act precipitously without thought and the second is to not act at all.

I call myself a Possibilian: I'm open to...ideas that we don't have any way of testing right now.

Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it.

I think most people are more important than their opinions.

Take the kinks out your mind, not your hair.

The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple.

The imperfect is our paradise.