Everything was God, holy; as God is total, so the driftwood branch was holy. This must be the stuff religion is made of.

The real juice of life, whether it be sweet or bitter, is to be found not nearly so much in the products of our efforts as in the process of living itself, in how it feels to be alive.

How do you best move toward mastery? To put it simply, you practice diligently, but you practice primarily for the sake of the practice itself.

It's easy to get on the path of mastery. The real challenge lies in staying on it.

The essence of boredom is to be found in the obsessive search for novelty. Satisfaction lies in mindful repetition, the discovery of endless richness in subtle variations on familiar themes.

How to begin the journey? You need only to take the first step. When? There is always now.

Keep practicing, even when you seem to be getting nowhere.

Mastery is the art of setting your foot on the path.

At the heart of it, mastery is practice. Mastery is staying on the path.

Not to dream more boldly may turn out to be, in view of present realities, simply irresponsible.

If you intend to take the journey of mastery, the best thing you can do is to arrange for first-rate instruction.

Children take joy in their work and sometimes as adults we forget that's something we should continue doing.

Mourning is not forgetting. ... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.

I don't care how pumped up or psyched you are to start a new diet or a new program - that emotion will fade.

I thought of Paris as a beauty spot on the face of the earth, and of London as a big freckle.

Maturity brings - among other things - the ability to sustain and survive enormous contradictions and disappointments.

Politicians who wear little tennis socks with the balls at the back should not be taken seriously.

There was a period of time where people felt like women in the show were being exploited a little.

I began reading everyhing in the family library. Kidnapped, Treasure Island, Robinson Crusoe. And of course, if you're running out of books to read you can always read Shakespeare.

I detest life-insurance agents: they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so.

[L]ove, having no geography, knows no boundaries.