The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault.

Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more".