If the world gets any smaller I'll end up living next door to myself.
There exists a false aristocracy based on family name, property, and inherited wealth. But there likewise exists a true aristocracy based on intelligence, talent and virtue.
The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures and rides it, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life's bittersweet route.
Action is the foundational key to all success.
If little else, the brain is an educational toy.
If the world got any smaller, we'd all have to go on a diet.
Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.
If by the last quarter of the twentiesth century godliness wasn't next to something a little more interesting than cleanliness, it might be time to reevaluate our notions of godliness.
Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.
Rap music... sounds like somebody feeding a rhyming dictionary to a popcorn popper.
Maybe most people were fundamentally contradictory. The real people at any rate.
Its never too late to have a happy childhood.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn't bother to wipe its boots.
Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.
There are many things worth living for, there are a few things worth dying for, but there is nothing worth killing for.
Actually, there are countless ways to live upon this tremorous sphere in mirth and good health, and probably only one way - the industrial, urbanized, herding way - to live here stupidly, and man has hit upon that one way.
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet.
Meditation... disolves the mind. It erases itself. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass.