There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

Follow your heart only if it has your mind's feet.

I was born to end up alone.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

I feel empowered to be a different kind of writer. The longer I stay here, the more light filters into my work. I feel very American. I belong.

Try and stop your thoughts. Be patient and then the kundalini will flow through you and bring about substantial changes in your awareness.

Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.

Sound opinions are valueless. What matters is who holds them.

What you do for your Self, you do for another. What you do for another, you do for the Self. This is because you and the other are one. And this is because...there is naught but You.

Whether you're as healthy as you should be or not, that doesn't disallow you to look your best. Style is only possible from a place of self-acceptance.

Democracy will itself accomplish the salutary universal change from delusive to real, and make a new blessed world of us by and by.