But cities aren't like people; they live on and on$$$ even though their reason for being where they are has gone downriver and out to sea.

The truth is that reason is the enemy of life.

The state has no business in the bedrooms of the nation.

It's a recession when your neighbor loses his job; its a depression when you lose your own.

It seems to me that if a man can so train himself that he may live honestly and die fearlessly$$$ he has done about as much as is necessary.

In this world things are beautiful only because they are not quite seen$$$ or not perfectly understood. Poetry is precious chiefly because it suggests more than it declares.

Nothing has happened in the past; it happened in the Now. Nothing will ever happen in the future; it will happen in the Now.

Realize deeply that the present moment is all you have. Make the NOW the primary focus of your life.

The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in$$$ but you cannot for ever fence it out.

What a liberation to realize that the voice in my head is not who I am. Who am I then? The one who sees that.