“Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now.”

My life is a vast inconsequential epic.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Rest and be kind, you don’t have to prove anything

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

I petted the dogs who didn’t argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They’re wiser than their masters.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?

Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don’t need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.

It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind it is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

Heaven has appointed me to rule all the nations, for hitherto there has been no order upon the steppes.

Heaven has given human beings three things to balance the odds of life: hope, sleep, and laughter.

Two things fill the mind with ever-increasing wonder and awe, the more often and the more intensely the mind of thought is drawn to them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.

Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consultation for death.

With Heaven’s aid I have conquered for you a huge empire. But my life was too short to achieve the conquest of the world. That task is left for you.

Karma is about shifting responsibility from heaven to yourself. In this, you become the very maker of your own destiny.

By the skillful and sustained use of propaganda, one can make a people see even heaven as hell or an extremely wretched life as paradise.

In Paradise, everyone speaks the truth. That is what makes it Paradise. Tell the truth. Or, at least, don’t lie.