“The mountain rill Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea, Than my unchang’d affections flow to thee.”

Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile Is mirrored on my dreams, Like evening’s sunset-girded isle Upon her shadowed streams: And o’er my thoughts thy vision floats, Like melody of spring-bird, notes; When the blue halcyon gently laves His plumage in the flashing waves.

There are in life real evils enough, and it is folly to afflict ourselves with imaginary ones; it is time enough when the real ones arrive.

The art of getting riches consists very much in thrift. All men are not equally qualified for getting money, but it is in the power of every one alike to practice this virtue.

Unless we put medical freedom into the constitution the time will come when medicine will organize into an undercover dictatorship and force people who wish doctors and treatment of their own choice to submit to only what the dictating outfit offers.

Man and woman have each of them qualities and tempers in which the other is deficient, and which in union contribute to the common felicity.

If we don’t hang together, by Heavens we shall hang separately

The best doctors give the least medicines

Bob Riley, a kind soul who “treads lightly in this world,” is in the 22nd year of a federal life without parole LSD sentence.

The simplest way to lose your soul is to go with the flow because the flow is naturally down. Only live fish can swim against the current. Dead ones just conform to it.

Is it better to go with the flow or let the flow go?

I always thought that life was about standing your ground, no matter how strong the current was. But going with the flow isn’t so bad after all. As long as it takes you forward.

The more in harmony you are with the flow of your own existence, the more magical life becomes.

When you get out of the driver’s seat, you find that life can drive itself, that actually life has always been driving itself. When you get out of the driver’s seat, it can drive itself so much easier-it can flow in ways you never imagined.

The danger lies in forgetting what we had. The flow between generations becomes a trickle, grandchildren tape-recording grandparents’ memories on special occasions perhaps-no casual storytelling jogged by daily life.

If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction, a delta springing from the river bed with its five fingers spread.

Everything is temporary; Emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Do not become attached, just flow with it.