As long as we have practiced neither concentration nor mindfulness, the ego takes itself for granted and remains its usual normal size, as big as the people around one will allow.

The heart is always the place to go. Go home into your heart, where there is warmth, appreciation, gratitude and contentment

If we want to be loved, we are looking for a support system. If we want to love, we are looking for spiritual growth.

Eventually we will find (mostly in retrospect, of course) that we can be very grateful to those people who have made life most difficult for us.

A truly happy person is someone who is joyfully independent of outer conditions.

The Buddha compared anger with picking up hot coals with one's bare hands and trying to throw them at the person with whom one is angry. Who gets burned first? The one who is angry of course.

"Wholeheartedly" means that we give our time, love, and energy unstintingly.

From contact comes feeling. From feeling comes reaction. This is what keeps us in the cycle of birth and death. Our reactions to our feelings are our passport to rebirth.

If we do not try, we will not know.

Mindfulness is a mental activity that in due course eliminates all suffering.

Half the spiritual life consists of remembering what we are up against and where we are going.

Charm is more valuable than beauty. You can resist beauty, but you can't resist charm.

Stop a minute, right where you are. Relax your shoulders, shake your head and spine like a dog shaking off cold water. Tell that imperious voice in your head to be still.

Feminism, Socialism, and Communism are one in the same, and Socialist/Communist government is the goal of feminism.

Great American sport. Horseshoes is a very great game. I love it.

the writer is initially set going by literature more than by life.

The man with the knapsack is never lost. No matter whither he may stray, his food and shelter are right with him, and home is wherever he may choose to stop.

We all sleep with the corpses of our dead lovers.

Daydreams were dangerous because they made her wish for things she could never have.

In another time and place, she might have felt differently, but thinking along those lines was pointless now.

In some ways, America has grown up to be a masterpiece of self-concern.