Where do I get my ideas from? You might as well have asked that of Beethoven. He was goofing around in Germany like everybody else, and all of a sudden this stuff came gushing out of him. It was music. I was goofing around like everybody else in Indiana, and all of a sudden stuff came gushing out. It was disgust with civilization.

You want to know something? We are still in the Dark Ages. The Dark Ages--they haven't ended yet.

Historians in the future, in my opinion, will congratulate us on very little other than our clowning and our jazz.

I'm so sorry - we had this cottage up in Lake Maxinkuckee, in Culver. I've thought so often of the poor Pottawattomies we took this land away from. They must have loved it so.

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

I can see where influential people would like Maharishi better than Jesus. My God, if the Beatles and Mia Farrow went to Jesus, He'd tell them to give all their money away.

A committee of three can accomplish much if two don't show up.