All meditation must begin with arousing deep compassion. Whatever one does must emerge from an attitude of love and benefitting others.

Deep in the wild mountains, is a strange marketplace,where you can trade the hassle and noise of everyday life, for eternal Light.

My religion is to live and die without regret.

In the gap between thoughts nonconceptual wisdom shines continuously.

In the monastery of your heart, you have a temple where all Buddhas unite.

My religion is not deceiving myself.

Accustomed long to contemplating love and compassion I have forgotten all difference between myself and others

Do not entertain hopes for realization, but practice all your life.

Strong and healthy, who thinks of sickness until it strikes like lightning? Preoccupied with the world, who thinks of death, until it arrives like thunder?

You menace others with your deadly fangs. But in tormenting them, you are only tormenting yourselves.

He who knows that all things are his mind, That all with which he meets are friendly, Is ever joyful.

The best way of life, is the way of love.

I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that the delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it.

We as actors doubt up until the last minute that we can be this person. So everything matters, the more work you do, you get in touch with who the character is.

Yesterday people were permitted to change things. They will be permitted to advocate changing them tomorrow. It is only dangerous to think of changing anything today.

When you think an angry thought about someone, it's like hitting them.

I flutter all ways, and fly in none.

The time for us to begin innovating and looking for new solutions is now.

What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do.

The principles of the SPD have remained the same for 150 years: democracy, human dignity, justice and inclusion. We will never change those principles.

She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell and she had felt that was true of life — one scratched on the wall.