As the Arabs say, "The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.

There is only one cause of unhappiness: the false beliefs you have in your head, beliefs so widespread, so commonly held, that it never occurs to you to question them.

Wisdom tends to grow in proportion to one's awareness of one's ignorance.

If it is peace you want, seek to change yourself, not other people. It is easier to protect your feet with slippers than to carpet the whole of the earth.

Another illusion is that external events have the power to hurt you, that other people have the power to hurt you. They don't. It's you who give this power to them.

Extend your arms in welcome to the future. The best is yet to come!

When you fight something, you're tied to it forever. As long as you're fighting it, you’re giving it power.

You don't have to add anything in order to be happy; you've got to drop something.

One year of life is worth more than twenty years of hibernation.

"What is love?"; "The total absence of fear," said the Master; "What is it we fear?"; "Love," said the Master.

A nice definition of an awakened person: a person who no longer marches to the drums of society, a person who dances to the tune of the music that springs up from within.

We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but at a right time.

This is no ordinary gallery

I saw a giraffe with a short neck That was sad Or a deer

I never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.

I wished only to be set down in Canada, and take one honest walk there as I might in Concord woods of an afternoon.

The honor to me has less to do with the award. To me that translates in the relationship that I have with the audience, and if my music is helpful to them, that's the award.

I am nothing; I am but an instrument, a tiny pencil in the hands of the Lord with which He writes what he likes. However imperfect we are, he writes beautifully.

I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant.

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.

Remain faithful to the light... Remember, the sun is shining behind the clouds.