Next To God, Love Is The Word

It Was Morning, And The New Sun Sparkled Gold Across The Ripples Of A Gentle Sea.

When I'm Writing It's As If I'm The Observer. It's As If That Computer Screen There -it Used To Be The Typewriter - Just Kind Of Dissolves And There's This Whirling Tunnel Of Mist And There's A Kind Of Proscenium Arch, And Then There Are My Characters, And They Say What They Say, And I Laugh Sometimes In Surprise At What They Say.

Live Enough Of What You've Always Dreamed Of Doing, And There's No Room Left For Feeling Bad.

If Our Body Is A Perfect Expression Of Our Thought About Body, And If Our Thought About Body Is That It’s Condition Has Everything To Do With Inner Image And Nothing To Do With Time, Then We Don’t Have To Be Impatient For Being Too Young Or Frightened Of Being Too Old.

If You Don't Want To Be A Teacher, You'd Better Get Off This Planet.