A person archives self-realization by engaging in deliberate contemplative acts that serve to unify of all aspects of the self. To deny part of the self, a person risks spiritual decay.

Expressing doubt is how we begin a journey to discover essential truths.

We bring happiness into the world one day at a time by accepting pain and returning understanding and compassion.

Life goes on without regard to our whims. What we make of life is what counts, how we address the challenges in our lives determines our respective levels of personal accomplishment and happiness.

The only recourse for an escape artist from world affairs is to explore their inner sanctum where hopes, dreams, insecurities, and despair collide.

Hope is a form of conscious dream making

Hope is a form of conscious dream making.

A person tied to the world of sorrows can return to nature for inspiration. Nature provides solace to troubled hearts.

Life introduces us to the gentle, cosmic rhythms of an extraneous world. What is objective truth might exceed human capacity to ever fully perceive, comprehend, and explain.

Parents’ transmit their attitude towards education to children via soundless, aphonic messages.

The emotional ingredients that sustain long-term relationships are kindness, thoughtfulness, and compassion.

Some writers aren't writers, they are mere escapees' and refugees' on an exile from the jungle of thoughts.

It seemed any young woman at odds with her place in life--be she a genteel lady or a serving girl--might find a happier home within the pages of a book.

I feel like a big thing is faith - to never lose my faith and to always stay true to who I am and to never be afraid to show who I am. I think the biggest thing is: Don't ever hide anything.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

I learned that telling the truth was a big part of loving yourself.

We are making choices that will affect whether beings thousands of generations from now will be able to be born sound of mind and body.

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

That's the thing with independent cinema: They all get good reviews, and they don't make money. Some of them are good. Some are great. And some are terrible.

The core of the Marxist critique of capitalism is that although the individual capitalist is rational (as liberals assume), the capitalist system itself is irrational.

Fear no more, says the heart.