“Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.”

Progress is a comfortable disease.

Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)

Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.

The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.

And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

Great men burn bridges before they come to them.

Nobody loses all the time.

The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.

I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.

You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.

There is a time to live, a time to die, a time to laugh, and at no time are the three of them very far apart.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I’ll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone’s lapel and make them confess to me and to all.

Laugh often, the universe always falls in love with a little bit of madness.

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling & laughing.

People will laugh at me, but when they ask me to make a wish for the next life, I will say I want the same parents, same brother and sister, same wife, same friends.

We shall reach our goal, when we have the power to laugh as we destroy, as we smash, whatever was sacred to us as tradition, as education, and as human affection.

Men need to laugh more.