Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

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.

There is a great need for a sarcasm font.

How do you explain to a nonreader that books aren't just things but treasured friends? Companions?

I didn’t want to dream of you anymore, so I quit sleeping.

You are here to deliver a divine gift to the world.

. . . personal soundness is not an absence of problems but a way of reacting to them.

It's not only music. It's not only art. It's a community. It's a sense of having a place to belong.

The equivalent of five jumbo jets' worth of women die in labor each day, but the issue is almost never covered.

Do not look for signs. Do not look for experiences. Do not be so complicated. Become like a child. See everything with awe.

Give yourself completely to the one you call God. If you are not doing it you are wasting your time here.

Since I can't be with you right now I will have to be content just dreaming about when we will be together again.