They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

...and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

There are worse things than being mad.