Anger is like a flame blazing up and consuming our self-control, making us think, say, and do things that we will probably regret later.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Silence is essential. We need silence just as much as we need air, just as much as plants need light. If our minds are crowded with words and thoughts, there is no space for us.

Around us, life bursts with miracles, a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

It is not impermanence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permanent when they are not.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Thanks to impermanence, everything is possible.

The quality of our life depends on the quality of the seeds that lie deep in our consciousness.

Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment I know this is the only moment.

Was he a good father?"To their surprise, I shake my head and smile. "No, " I reply candidly. "He wasn't a good father, but he was a good man."Where Dad came from, that meant a great deal more.

Oh, man," Xavier groaned. "See what you've done-now I'm stressed." "You can't! You're the stable one!

So by the time the 60s rolled in that became a huge art form in its own right with bands like the Beatles and the Rolling Stones and Hendrix doing total concept albums, same thing with Pink Floyd.

The Bible illustrated by Dore occupied many of my hours - and I think probably gave me many nightmares.

Mitt Romney is a true Mormon. John Edwards and Bill Clinton are not real Mormons. It was not 'Brigham Young' they were chanting. It was 'Bring 'em young.

There are some men's souls that are so thin, so almost destitute of what is the true idea of soul, that were not the guardian angels so keen-sighted, they would altogether overlook them.

It's as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either.

No one ever lost his honor, except he who had it not.

You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.

As a writer, there are times when you have something to say, and yet no particular “hook” upon which to hang the missive you are burning to release.