Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.

I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening. In my family and friends I have discovered treasure more valuable than gold.

Sail the main course in a simple sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs. Go fast enough to get there but slow enough to see. Moderation seems to be the key.

It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, if we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.

Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, So I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong.

Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.

Be yourself, be pleasant, play hard and have no regrets.

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

With you, I would walk anywhere

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

No mere man can do, what the Son of Man, the Saviour, did for all mankind.

Meditation is cultivating the potential to transcend your limited self, limited beliefs and limited existence. It is stepping into the exciting territory of limitlessness.

This is my life... my story... my book. I will no longer let anyone else write it

The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.

Tighten my headband for an extra rush.

Everything depends on your state of awareness. If your state of awareness is low, then all the material success in the world won't help.

Taxing profits is tantamount to taxing success.

The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.

Bountiful as is the hand of Providence, its gifts are not so bestowed as to seduce us into indolence, but to rouse us to exertion.

Bless you for your jealousy; it is a sign of empathy.