A mode of knowledge rooted in silence and intuitive insight which gives meaning to life but which cannot be explained in rational terms.

It's a great event to get outside and enjoy nature. I find it very exciting no matter how many times I see bald eagles.

Look into your own heart, discover what it is that gives you pain and then refuse, under any circumstance whatsoever, to inflict that pain on anybody else.

Jesus did not spend a great deal of time discoursing about the trinity or original sin or the incarnation, which have preoccupied later Christians. He went around doing good and being compassionate.

Each of the world religions has its own particular genius, its own special insight into the nature and requirements of compassion, and has something unique to teach us.

I like silence; I'm a gregarious loner and without the solitude, I lose my gregariousness.

Compassion is not an option. It's the key to our survival.

Religious people often prefer to be right rather than compassionate. Often, they don't want to give up their egotism. They want their religion to endorse their ego, their identity.

Religion isn’t about believing things. It's ethical alchemy. It’s about behaving in a way that changes you, that gives you intimations of holiness and sacredness.

I am not interested in the afterlife. Religion is supposed to be about losing your ego, not preserving it eternally in optimum conditions.

Surely it's better to love others, however messy and imperfect the involvement, than to allow one's capacity for love to harden.

How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do""Except to teach me for the first time what they meant.

Waking in the morning, I had to remember grief all over again. It was sunny, a white winter sun, and that made me sad.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

Brown Bear, Brown Bear was kind of my first important book

If I had been censured every time I have run my ship, or fleets under my command, into great danger, I should have long ago been out of the Service and never in the House of Peers.

None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.

A coach's greatest asset is his sense of responsibility - the reliance placed on him by his players.

You serve the country, and you help the President. If the President wants you to leave, you know, you are two corridors down.

There is no good theory of disease which does not at once suggest a cure.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess