Except in the areas of civil rights and medical marijuana, the legacy of the sixties counterculture has been largely superficial. Still, though the light has dimmed and gone underground, something in me would like to think the sixties phenomenon was a dress rehearsal for a grander, wider leap in consciousness yet to come.

He who jokes in the executioners face can be destroyed, but never defeated.

Meditation... dissolves the mind. It erases itself. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass.

Always compare yourself to the best. Even if you never measure up, it can't help but make you better.

Unfortunately, little darlings, there is no such thing as a simple love story.The most transitory puppy crush is complex to the extent of lying beyond the far reaches of the brain's understanding.

You don't have to be a genius to recognize one. If you did, Einstein would never have gotten invited to the White House.

The illusion of the seventh veil was the illusion that you could get somebody else to do it for you. To think for you. To hang on your cross. The priest, the rabbi, the imam, the swami, the philosophical novelist were traffic cops, at best. They might direct you through a busy intersection, but they wouldn't follow you home and park your car.