Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze.

Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.

My quest for cosmic understanding is a book I have picked up and put down many times, always forgetting to insert a bookmark.

No one complains of being a prisoner of love who has ever been a prisoner of loneliness.

If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.

No matter what it is, if you aren't happy striving for it, you won't be happy achieving it.

Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be.