Everything is happening spontaneously, and the witnessing of it is also happening spontaneously. Everything is already happening in natural balance.

Don't remind the world that it is sick and troubled. Remind it that it is beautiful and free.

No thought has any power. You have power. And when you identify and believe in the thought you give power to the thought.

At the end of the day, you can have something in your head, something in your hand, or something in your heart. What are you choosing?

All the ups and downs are grace in different wrappings, sent to refine consciousness. Say thanks to them all.

Who reminds you to breathe and to beat your heart? Something is there, taking care.

The greatest healing would be to wake up from what we are not.

You need nothing to be happy - you need something to be sad.

If you seek approval from others in this world, you will not know happiness.

If you do not trust life to unfold, the mind takes over and it becomes a game of strategy, motivated by anxiety. This mistrust is unfair. Life has given us so much, and yet we do not trust it.

If I could give you only one advice, I would say: Don't identify with anything. Be completely empty - no one. Be no-body and see if you lose anything but delusion.

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved

This was the sort of thing that happened to persons of this sort, sensitives, who fought the world and always, in the end, let it win, because there was a lot more taste to defeat than to victory.

Terrorism has no nationality or religion.

All our clients know that we're there, we're steady, we do a good job, we earn a fair return for ourselves, which I think is critical.

They who truly come to God for mercy, come as beggars, and not as creditors: they come for mere mercy, for sovereign grace, and not for anything that is due

The neurotic's strongest fantasy is that he has no fantasies. The real is very real to him, the unreal even more so.

Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story.

Let Southern oppressors tremble-let their secret abettors tremble-let their Northern apologists tremble-let all the enemies of the persecuted blacks tremble.

Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.