Sometimes it seems to me that in this absurdly random life there is some inherent justice in the outcome of personal relationships. In the long run, we get no more than we have been willing to risk giving.

Sheldon Kopp, If You Meet The
Buddha On The Road, Kill Him

This urge to make everything profound. What nonsense!

Henry Miller

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow that “talent” to the dark place where it leads.

Erica Jong

I am convinced, both by faith and experience, that to maintain one’s self on the earth is not a hardship but a pasttime — if we live simply and wisely.

Henry David Thoreau

One has not only an ability to perceive the world but an ability to alter his perception of it; more simply, one can change things by the manner in which one looks at them.

Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls
Get The Blues

Have you ever seen an inchworm crawl up a leaf or a twig, and then, clinging to the very end, revolve in the air, feeling for something, to reach something? That’s like me. I am trying to find something out there beyond the place on which I have footing.

Albert P. Ryder

If a little knowledge is dangerous, where is a man who has so much as to be out of danger?

Thomas Henry Huxley

It is the process of accumulation that creates habit, imitation, and for the mind that accumulates there is deterioration, death. But a mind that is not accumulating, not gathering, that is ying each day, each minute — for such a mind there is no death. It is in a state of infinite space.

So the mind must die to everything it has gathered — to all the habits, the imitated virtues, to all the things it has relied upon for its sense of security. Then it is no longer caught in the net of its own thinking. In dying to the past from moment to moment the mind is made freash, therefore it can never deteriorate or set in motion the wave of darkness.

Krishnamurti,
Think on These Things

I used to dream sex./Now I dream dope./Soon I’ll dream light./Thank God there’s still hope.

Abdul Mati Klarwein
God Jokes

I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
The road to Cold Mountain that never
ends.
The valleys are long and strewn with stones;
The streams broad and banked with thick
grass.
Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;
Pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind.
Who can break from the snares of the world
And sit with me among the white clouds?

Han-Shan, Cold Mountain

Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time.

Lennon & McCartney,
“Carry That Weight”

Here I am, fifty-eight, and I still don’t know what I’m going to be when I grow up.

Peter Drucker

Political language . . . is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

George Orwell

Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms.

Groucho Marx

One sees it as marvelous, another also speaks of it as marvelous, but even after having heard of it, no one whatsoever knows it.

Bhagavad Gita

Finally you understand that the real motorcycle you’re working on is yourself.

Robert Pirsig, Zen and the Art
of Motorcycle Maintenance

There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom. If one could but recall his vision by some sort of sign. It was in this hope that the arts were invented. Sign-posts on the way to what may be. Sign-posts toward greater knowledge.

Robert Henri

By the street of by-and-by, one arrives at the house of never.

Cervantes