Sin, guilt, neurosis; they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge.

For a metaphysical treat stop at the Big Sur Inn, which is also a haven for stray cats and dogs. Life along the South Coast is just a bed of roses, with a few thorns and nettles interspersed.

I soon found out you can't change the world. The best you can do is to learn to live with it.

Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

Hope is a bad thing. It means that you are not what you want to be. It means that part of you is dead, if not all of you. It means that you entertain illusions. It's a sort of spiritual clap, I should say.

If you can fall in love again and again if you can forgive as well as forget, if you can keep from growing sour, surly, bitter and cynical you've got it half licked.

The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.