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One of the very advantages of youth — you don’t own any stock in anything.
You have a good time, and all the grief and trouble is with your parents
Painting is messy...there is an urgency to get it in one go.
It's a high wire you have to cross, but really the stakes are ridiculously low.
It's just paint.
We are always starting at zero. Each time we are blank...I am always starting all over again...I can't really get used to it but I do accept it as inevitable.
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Compassion is elusive that's why most of us judge
Life ain't so bad after all
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If it's not one thing it's your mother.
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So, therefore, I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferance, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption, and hunger
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Gratitude is the mother of all virtues.
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Once you see the way broadly, you see it in all things.
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The amount of light in your life is proportional to the amount of darkness you are willing to confront.
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We are here with you in every moment of your life. We embrace dear you. You are held utterly aloft. You are free.
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Sit in a quiet place. State your intentions Acknowledge all feelings. Clear all centers. Share in the fullness with god. Sing a song of life.
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I am life, say yes to me, say yes to life. To say yes to the life within yourself is to embrace divinity, choose it. I am life, I am you, embrace home
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Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
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Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
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My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad. 
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Live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry. 
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Mistakes are almost always sacred in nature. Never try to correct them – On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them completely – After that, they can be sublimated.
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The only difference between a madman and me is that a madman believes he is sane and I know that I am not.
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The only thing the world will never tire of is exaggeration.
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The important thing is that people talk about you even if they speak well of you.
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Every child is an artist.
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By no means will I return to Mexico. I can't stand being in a country that is more surrealistic than my paintings
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The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
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Be yourself; everyone else is already taken
We don't stop playing because we grow old;
we grow old because we stop playing.
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Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
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What, Sir, would the people of the earth be without woman?
They would be scarce, sir, almighty scarce.
I can resist everything except temptation.
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, 
Healthy, free, the world before me, 
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. 
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, 
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, 
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, 
Strong and content I travel the open road. 
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The earth, that is sufficient, 
I do not want the constellations any nearer, 
I know they are very well where they are, 
I know they suffice for those who belong to them. 
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(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens, 
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go, 
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, 
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.) 
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Training is everything.
The peach was once a bitter almond;
cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.
A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something
he can learn in no other way.
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I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. 

I'm ready to go anywhere.

I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade

...but for the sky, there are no fences facing.

The function of freedom is to free someone else

You are your best thing.


 Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.

You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down

As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think


 He can’t value you more than you value yourself.

After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her.


We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in and it left its mark on me

Can't spend what you ain't got, Can't lose what you ain't never had


Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect


To promise not to do a thing is the surest way in the world to make a body want to go and do that very thing.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.

Sure, you might be an awful moron now, but spend a few years in Uzbekistan and you’ll come back just a regular moron

I, now in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Smell the sea, and feel the sky,
Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.

It is better to lock up your heart with a merciless padlock, than to fall in love with someone who doesn't know what they mean to you.

 The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.


That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unaging intellect.

Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the Gods made for fun

To reach a port we must set sail –
Sail, not tie at anchor
Sail, not drift.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander’d alone, bareheaded, barefoot,

Down from the shower’d halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,

La virgen del pecado,
La novia de la flor de la saliva,
El sexo con amor de los casados

Dueña de un corazón tan de cinco estrellas
Que hasta el hijo de un Dios,
Una vez que la vio, se fue con ella

Y nunca le cobró
La Magdalena

This is the real secret of life — 

to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work,

realize it is play.

Just as true humor is laughter at oneself, true humanity is knowledge of oneself

Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.

Don't just do something sit there.

The real meditation is how you live your life.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.

Takedown the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

I would swim over the deepest ocean
The deepest ocean to be by your side

But the sea is wide and I can't swim over
And neither have I wings to fly
I wish I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die


My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy days so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on like the melting snow

So I'll spend my days in endless roving
Soft is the grass and my bed is free
Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus
On the long road down to the salty sea

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world

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A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down.

In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit

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It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages

Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers

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Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And, weak men create hard times.

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Never underestimate a woman's ability to forgive a fool.

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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings

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Love is asking What is Love?

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying


 A cactus lives in the desert because it can.

Take a rose, most people think it beautiful, I prefer the cactus.

When I talk a lot I rarely listen but when I draw I hear a symphony

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Often the best drawing is the one looking out the window of the bus, a glance really but oh so meaningful.


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 Often I will draw just one eye and I think it is more powerful aesthetically I wore a patch for a time and can tell you two eyes are better than one.

I walked to the Cardon Forest to draws the cactus in it ecosystem fronted by other plants and climbed over by vines. It is such a specimen that it is tempting to single it out. 


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 The Cactus was happy full from weeks of rain. It had been lying down on the ground but now was completely vertical. All the plants were glad and the butterflies busy.

I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together. I am the cactus