The longest journey is the journey inwards. Of him who has chosen his destiny, Who has started upon his quest for the source of his being.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whiskey.
What we're thinking about is a peaceful planet. We're not thinking about anything else. We're not thinking about any kind of power. We're not thinking about any kind of struggles. We're not thinking about revolution or war or any of that. That's not what we want. Nobody wants to get hurt. Nobody wants to hurt anybody. We would all like to be able to live an uncluttered life. A simple life, a good life. And think about moving the whole human race ahead a step, or a few steps.
You need music, I don't know why. It's probably one of those Joe Campbell questions, why we need ritual. We need magic, and bliss, and power, myth, and celebration and religion in our lives, and music is a good way to encapsulate a lot of it.
To get really high is to forget yourself. And to forget yourself is to see everything else. And to see everything else is to become an understanding molecule in evolution, a conscious tool of the universe.
We're like licorice. Not everybody likes licorice, but the people who like licorice really like licorice.
If we had any nerve at all, if we had any real balls as a society, or whatever you need, whatever quality you need, real character, we would make an effort to really address the wrongs in this society, righteously.
Only the refined and delicate pleasures that spring from research and education can build up barriers between different ranks.
You make a great, very great mistake, if you think that psychology, being the science of the mind's laws, is something from which you can deduce definite programmes and schemes and methods of instruction for immediate schoolroom use.
There is in the world only the choice between loneliness and vulgarity. All young people should be taught now to put up with loneliness. . . because the less man is compelled to come into contact with others, the better off he is.
If you feel the urge to write, just lie down and read a book: it will pass.