Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

Nothing fails like success—because the self-imposed task of our society and all its members is a contradiction: to force things to happen which are acceptable only when they happen without force.

The world is filled with love-play, from animal lust to sublime compassion.

What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it's a drag? But you see, that's what people do.

You will begin to realize that if you contemplate long enough on the leaf of the flower, that it involves the whole universe.

You are the big bang, the original force of the universe, coming on as whoever you are.

If a flower had a God it would not be a transcendental flower but a field.