“Life goes on within you and without you.”

Everyone has choice when to and not to raise their voices: It’s you who decides.

My son looks more like George Harrison than I do.

The nicest thing is to open the newspapers and not to find yourself in them.

Life is like a rain drop on a lotus leaf. Everybody realises that you’re either very lucky person or you’re not.

Rap music is just computerised crap. I listen to Top of the Pops and after three songs I feel like killing someone.

I still practice Transcendental Meditation and I think it’s great. Marharishi only ever did good for us, and although I have not been with him physically, I never left him.

Scan not a friend with a microscopic glass, you know his faults, now let the foibles pass.

Since our problems have been our own creation, they also can be overcomed.

The Beatles saved the world from boredom.

Without going out of my door I can know all things on Earth.

Love one another (His last words).

In the end, this world will go under because of the stupidity of people.

I’m only myself when I have a guitar in my hands.

When you’ve seen beyond yourself, then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there.

We’re trying to impress ourselves in a way. That’s why we keep trying to do things better. We never get satisfied.

I believe what it says in the scriptures and in the Bhagavad Gita: ‘Never was there a time when you did not exist, and there never will be a time when you cease to exist.’

I’ve lived hell on earth. Do you think I’m scared a little heartbreak.

He tells me he is broken and love isn’t for him. Someone please go tell him, heart break births the best of lovers.

When once the forms of civility are violated, there remains little hope of return to kindness or decency.

I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo’s laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.

Tear me apart cut open my flesh, until I bleed out just like the rest of the mess.

Give me unexpected whether it is good or bad, I learn from it all. As you build or break me in the end, I will stand tall.

I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.