Don't quote the Buddha. Be the Buddha.

The past has no power over the present moment.

The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but your thoughts about it.

When you become comfortable with uncertainty, infinite possibilities open up in your life.

When you complain, you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation, change the situation or accept it, all else is madness.

Stop looking outside for scraps of pleasure or fulfillment, for validation, security, or love - you have a treasure within that is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer.

When you live in complete acceptance of what is, that is the end of all drama in your life.

In today's rush we all think too much, seek too much, want too much and forget about the joy of just Being.

Observe your thoughts, don't believe them.

Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.

You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life.

You are the individual and the entire Universe.

A man surprised is half beaten.

The French are true romantics. They feel the only difference between a man of forty and one of seventy is thirty years of experience.

In mathematics we find the primitive source of rationality; and to mathematics must the biologists resort for means to carry out their researches.

When I recorded for Columbia, I could usually do anything in one take...I would invariably want to use the first take because that would be the one that was spontaneous and fresh.

The use of riches is better than their possession.

Bod quite liked crows. He thought they were funny and he liked the way they helped to keep the graveyard tidy.

I can work inside the boundaries of Erika Murphy, or whoever the character is. It's fun to create somebody that's not you, that doesn't exist.

Music was sort of an accident for me. I love to do it. I can't imagine doing anything else.

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.