As far as intellect, what else is there? Without intellect, no story and no world.

Life is simple. Everything happens for you, not to you. Everything happens at exactly the right moment, neither too soon nor too late. You don't have to like it... it's just easier if you do.

Spare yourself from seeking love, approval, or appreciation-from anyone. And watch what happens in reality, just for fun.

Our job is unconditional love. The job of everyone else in our life is to push our buttons.

Stress is an alarm clock that lets you know you're attached to something not true for you.

Peace doesn't require two people; it requires only one. It has to be you. The problem begins and ends there.

Fear has only two causes: the thought of losing what you have or the thought of not getting what you want.

Pay close attention to the particular thoughts you use to deprive yourself of happiness.

If you want real control, drop the illusion of control; let life have you. It does anyway. You’re just telling yourself the story of how it doesn’t.

It's not your job to like me - it's mine

It's not the problem that causes our suffering; it's our thinking about the problem.

Cos if it's encyclopedias we've got enough, like, information... and if it's God, you've got the wrong house.

Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.

There's nothing I hate more than nothing. Nothing keeps me up at night. I toss and turn over nothing. Nothing could cause a great big fight.

Old age is just a record of one's whole life.

All I really try and do is live up to my potential and do as well as I possibly could and to bring to the ballpark each and every day a good effort and do the best that I could each and every day.

I had to keep from laughing when a male relative of mine became concerned about how often I danced.

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust.

Felicity grimaced in agreement. “No, you are perfectly correct. I did not realize how vital the approbation of one’s butler is in allowing for nocturnal autonomy.

I figure that if God actually does exist, he is big enough to understand an honest difference of opinion.

Social engineers veil themselves in a cloak of believability.