His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly." All his life was in that line.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot