Deep experience is never peaceful.

Death doesn't frighten me now I can think peacefully of ending a long life.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.

We can't forget what happened on May 4th 1970 when four students gave up their lives because they had the American constitutional right of peaceful protest. They gave up their lives. And to sing that song in that spot on that anniversary was very emotional for us.

There is nothing like being left alone again to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe and to think idly and slowly as one does it.

I am hoping for peaceful transition into a new age. Obama has already played a great role in initiating us into that vision. If he were to be harmed in any way it would spawn the birth of a million Obamas.