To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not

You're Not A Man, You're A Mushroom!

The House, The Stars, The Desert -- What Gives Them Their Beauty Is Something That Is Invisible!

One Day, I Watched The Sun Setting Forty-four Times......you Know...when One Is So Terribly Sad, One Loves Sunsets.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time. Get Into A Fist Fight, Put Your Mind On The Strategy Of The Fight, And You Will Not Feel The Other Fellow's Punches.

Perfection Is Finally Attained Not When There Is No Longer Anything To Add, But When There Is No Longer Anything To Take Away, When A Body Has Been Stripped Down To Its Nakedness.