Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.

LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.

There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity

Some say that happy women are immaterial.

The past has come apart events are vagueingthe future is inexploitable

It is not given to each of usTo be desired.

Oh that's right Keep away from me Please give me a pushDon't let me understand you Don't realise meOr we might tumble togetherDepersonalizedIdenticalInto the terrific NirvanaMe you --- you --- me

MAN is a slave only to his own mental lethargy.

LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.

Everyday she loses a bit more of herself, every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation

The haves and the have-nots can often be traced back to the dids and the did-nots.

Despatch is the soul of business.

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.

In this whole world, there are actually very few people who study meditation with an enlightened master. This is because there are not very many enlightened masters on the entire earth.

All my high school papers were written in the rare book room.

The spirit of self-sacrifice creates trust in the power of love.

Was there ever a time when the majority was right?

I don't run around shooting people. Much. I only shoot two people a year. Maybe.