We thought of life by analogy with a journey, a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at the end, and the thing was to get to that end, success or whatever it is, maybe heaven after you’re dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played.

The idea of the Universe being ruled by that marvelous old gentleman, is no longer plausible. It isn't that anybody has disproved it, but it just somehow doesn't go with the vast infinitude of the Universe.

A paradox is only a truth standing on its head to attract attention.

There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.

Change is an illusion because we're always at the place where any future can take us.

So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself.

The only serious side-effect of #‎ marijuana is that you might get arrested.