“There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.”

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

I Have Learned so much from God That I can no longer call myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.

There is A madman inside of you Who is always running for office.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

I long for You so much I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks That are high in the mountains That I know are years old. I long for You so much I have even begun to travel Where I have never been before.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine…that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.

I should not make any promises right now, But I know if you Pray Somewhere in this world – Something good will happen.

I play as many different things – piano, sax and harp parts – as I can at once. Whatever I can fit, whenever I need to.

You get a different kick out of all aspects of filmmaking.

You cannot behave appropriately, unless you perceive correctly. Once you perceive you are a beam of Light, that comes from the mind of God, you will carry yourself differently.

Everybody has anger or regret in them one way or another. They all try different things to get it out. Some people go to psychiatrists. Some paint pictures. Some people talk it out.

The music scene as I look at it today is a little different from when I was growing up. The percentages are roughly the same – 95 percent rubbish, 5 percent pure.

The element of change has been the thing, really. We put out the first one, then the second… then a third LP totally different from them. It’s the reason we were able to keep it together.

God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.

We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.