“It’s easier to hurt someone and make them cry, than it is to dry their eyes.”

No matter how good you are, you still need grace to get out of the material world. You can be a yogi or a monk or a nun, but without God’s grace you still can’t make it.

Life goes on within you and without you.

Death is just where your suit falls off and now you’re in your other suit. You can’t see it on this level, but it’s all right. Don’t worry.

We laughed a lot. That’s one thing we forgot about for a few years – laughing. When we went through all the lawsuits, it looked as if everything was bleak, but when I think back to before that, I remember we used to laugh all the time.

Gossip is the Devil’s radio.

We’re God too but we don’t realise it.

Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot wait.

The Lord is in everything that’s in creation. So, when you look at a tree, it’s really a reflection of God. You see it in other people – that’s him too, you know?

The more I go inside, the more there is to see.

So it’s really a process of actually having a realization of God, which all becomes clear with the expanded state of consciousness that develops when you chant.

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.

Today, Jesus stands ready to hear your cry and to answer prayer for you. He is interested in every detail of your life. He knows you better than you know yourself.

My head screamed. I want to make them burn the way they did to me. My heart cried that’s not who you are.

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

My pain is from craving to feel your skin locked in mine while you cry out for more.

It is always much easier, I have discovered, to make people cry or gasp than to make them think.

Sometimes we need the salt of tears to remind us how to savor the sweetness of life.

Stop crying, keep hustling.