“I’m drowning in whiskey river.”

Marijuana is like sex: If I don’t do it every day I get a headache.

I’m crazy for trying, crazy for crying, and I’m crazy for loving you.

But if you think of all the people who don’t like me, just think of all the millions who’ve never heard of me!

I don’t think any person has any special knowledge about what God has planned for me and you any more than me and you do.

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

If you start out looking at somebody, wondering whether he’s good or bad, I think you’re starting out in the wrong direction. I think we’re all good and we’re all bad.

I’m drinking doubles now that you’re running around single again.

If you want to make marijuana legal, you’ve got to stay straight long enough to f – vote.

A frozen river is not a dry one, it’s just a still river on the surface but is still moving, and so am my winter writing.

You will never find happiness until you stop looking for it.

Be here. Be present. Wherever you are, be there.

My doctor tells me I should start slowing it down – but there are more old drunks than there are old doctors so let’s all have another round.

Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them.

I wanted to connect all people who are thinking about peace on Earth.

The fight to save family farms isn’t just about farmers. It’s about making sure that there is a safe and healthy food supply for all of us. It’s about jobs, from Main Street to Wall Street. It’s about a better America.

Be gentle with your words – you can’t take them back.

Rivers of living water are to be poured out over the whole world, to ensure that people, like fishes caught in a net, can be restored to wholeness.

Nature is, as it were, a continual circulation. Water is rais’d in Vapour into the Air by one Quality and precipitated down in drops by another, the Rivers run into the Sea, and the Sea again supplies them.

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank.

In the dark night of the soul, bright flows the river of God.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

True inner joy is self-created It does not rely on any outer circumstances A river is flowing in and through you carrying the message of joy. This divine joy is the sole purpose of life.