Sadness to me is the happiest time, When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind. Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth, The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.

Idle man, chases after fairy tales.

You must ask for what you really want.

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.

If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help. you sleep during the day and the nights are short. By the time you wake up your life may be over.