There's something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy.

It isn't by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.

Time overlaps itself. A breath breathed from a passing breeze is not the whole wind, neither is it just the last of what has passed and the first of what will come, but is more--let me see--more like a single point plucked on a single strand of a vast spider web of winds, setting the whole scene atingle. That way; it overlaps ... as prehistoric ferns grow from bathtub planters.

The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery.

Since we don't know where we're going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.

Take what you can use and let the rest go by.

It is bad to suppress laughter. It goes back down to your hips. Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.