Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

I am in love with every church And mosque And temple And any kind of shrine Because I know it is there That people say the different names Of the One God.

Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.

You yourself are your own obstacle, rise above yourself.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

Education is the lifeblood of museums.

The sad part is you love her..... and she didn't love you back.

Remember that greed includes greed for being not greedy.

Generosity is the rarest of qualities in American writers.

I assure you I will not miss the chance to show you that you were right when you voted for me.

I'd read about Los Angeles and this fact stuck in my mind: that the city gained 1,000 new people every day. In 1956! A thousand people every day! I felt: 'I want to be part of that.

We in the West do not refrain from childbirth because we are concerned about the population explosion or because we feel we cannot afford children, but because we do not like children.

History teaches us that whenever a weak and ignorant people possess a thing which a strong and enlightened people want, it must be yielded up peaceably.

What is the universe? The universe is a symphony of vibrating strings...we are nothing but melodies. We are nothing but cosmic music played out on vibrating strings and membranes.

Factoring in millions of people when I'm writing a song is not a good idea. I don't ever do it.