Each moment of every day is new and then it vanishes. Where is that day? Where is that moment?

The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.

The things that matter most in our lives are not fantastic or grand. They are the moments when we touch one another.

Most of us have spent our lives caught up in plans, expectations, ambitions for the future; in regrets, guilt or shame about the past. To come into the present is to stop the war.

We do not have to improve ourselves; we just have to let go of what blocks our heart.

Do not doubt your own basic goodness. In spite of all confusion and fear, you are born with a heart that knows what is just, loving, and beautiful.

In the end, just three things matter: How well we have lived How well we have loved How well we have learned to let go

Have respect for yourself, and patience and compassion. With these, you can handle anything.

Let go of the battle. Breathe quietly and let it be. Let your body relax and your heart soften. Open to whatever you experience without fighting.

The basic principle of spiritual life is that our problems become the very place to discover wisdom and love.

The history of our race, and each individual’s experience, are sown thick with evidence that a truth is not hard to kill and that a lie told well is immortal.

Trying to understand is like straining through muddy water. Have the patience to wait! Be still and allow the mud to settle.

Added pressure and responsibility should not change one's leadership style, it should merely expose that which already exists.

A pod in the Matrix is looking pretty good right now.

My strength is character. I'm pretty good at building walking-talking humans with brains like beehives.

Flirting is conversational chemistry.

Patriotism is (like) loving your family whether it is good or bad, while always striving to make it better. Nationalism simply insists 'Hey my family is the best'.

Thus another friendship was dashed on the cruel rocks amid the storm of my self-destruction.

Any opening is good enough, if its reputation is bad enough.

Whenever I heard the song of a bird and the answering call of its mate, I could visualize the notes in scale, all built up within my consciousness as a natural symphony.