Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

If I didn't work on the assumption that people were mostly telling me the truth, I think I'd go mad... And I'd rather be mistaken about others than mistrustful of them.

All men have One Master, the Maker.

I have always had the sea as my playground.

I think most poets are natural witnesses and were curious about everything.

Does somebody have an explanation why there's human flesh on the hall window upstairs?

What is is what must be.

Don't strive for love, be it.

The universe always helps us fight for our dreams, no matter how foolish they may be.

Gold can gild a rotten stick, and dirt sully an ingot.

Reason and right give the quickest despatch.