“All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.”

I can see the Beatles sticking together forever, really. We’ve been together a long time.

If everyone who had a gun just shot themselves, there wouldn’t be a problem.

I keep stacks of Autobiography of a Yogi around the house, and I give it out constantly to people. When people need ‘regrooving,’ I say read this, because it cuts to the heart of every religion.

The Beatles exist apart from my Self. I am not really Beatle George. Beatle George is like a suit or shirt that I once wore on occasion and until the end of my life people may see that shirt and mistake it for me.

Didn’t want to be a star, wanted just to play guitar in this cockamamie business.

I fell in love, not with anything or anybody in particular but with everything.

If people would just wake up to what’s real, there would be no misery in the world. I guess chanting’s a pretty good place to start.

Be straight with yourself just to maybe save a few more people from being stupid and being ignorant.

It’s easier to criticize somebody else, than to see yourself.

It’s God’s love manifest in this world through everything that’s in this world, and all the people in the world.

There’s a bottomless heart hooked into all of you and it’s wondering how much you care.

Yesterday, today was tomorrow. And tomorrow, today will be yesterday.

It doesn’t really matter what chords I play, what words I say or time of day it is, as it’s only a Northern Song.

The action that I’ve started, sometime I’ll have to face. My influence in motion, rebounding back through space.

When the truth get’s buried deep beneath a thousand years of sleep, time demands a turnaround.. And once again the truth is found.

I don’t know how you were diverted, You were perverted too. I don’t know how you were inverted No one alerted you.