Everything that is in the heavens, on earth, and under the earth is penetrated with connectedness, penetrated with relatedness.

Humanity, take a good look at yourself. Inside, you’ve got heaven and earth, and all of creation. You’re a world—everything is hidden in you.

The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.

We shall awaken from our dullness and rise vigorously toward justice. If we fall in love with creation deeper and deeper, we will respond to its endangerment with passion.

Even in a world that's being shipwrecked, remain brave and strong.

Glance at the sun. See the moon and stars. Gaze at the beauty of the green earth. Now think.

The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.

Be not lax in celebrating. Be not lazy in the festive service of God. Be ablaze with enthusiasm. Let us be an alive, burning offering before the altar of God.

A human being is a vessel that God has built for himself and filled with his inspiration so that his works are perfected in it.

Every creature is a glittering, glistening mirror of Divinity.

There is the music of Heaven in all things.

In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

My mom and father are extremely proud. They love it when I don't die. I've done so many movies where I've died that their first question when I book a job is, 'So, are you going to die in this?'

I am not a quitter. I will fight until I drop. It is just a matter of having some faith in the fact that as long as you are able to draw breath in the universe, you have a chance.

One thing I'm with Trump on is the political correctness in this country. It's draining.

In order to look special wearing the chancy unique; it must be worn with your persona, and if the two don't blend, then the look becomes pear-shaped.

The choiceless truth of who you are is revealed to be permanently here permeating everything. Not a thing and not separate from anything.

Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.

You people always hold onto old identities, old faces and masks, long after they've served their purpose. But you've got to learn to throw things away eventually.

I could spit dust I'm so mad. He wants to put violins on my new session. I'll die before I'll go all the way pop.

This is the reason we cannot complain of life: it keeps no one against his will.