I can only bring peace to my children when I possess it myself.

Alone-in moments of prayer or meditation, or simply in stillness-we breathe more deeply, see more fully, hear more keenly. We notice more, and in the process, we return to what is sacred.

Solitude is the soul's holiday, an opportunity to stop doing for others and to surprise and delight ourselves instead.

Growth and transformation occur not by changing who we are, but as we summon the courage to be who we are.

It has taken awhile, but I certainly do know it now ­­– the most wonderful gift I had, the gift I finally learned to cherish above all else, was the gift of all those perfectly ordinary days.

We are the windows through which our children first see the world. Let us be conscious of the view.

Now I see that the journey was never meant to lead to some new and improved version of me; that it has always been about coming home to who I already am.

In stillness, we find our peace. Knowing peace at home, we bring peace into the world.

Stay focused on what is beautiful and abundant even as illness carves more and more of what you love away

Life finds its balance. Children grow up. Second chances come along. In the meantime, I could choose to savor this moment. What good would it do to allow annoyance to interfere with gratitude?

When we focus on what is good and beautiful in someone, whether or not we think that they "deserve" it, the good and beautiful are strengthened merely by the light of our attention.

Know that you will eventually have to leave everything behind

You are the reality.The sense of of worship, love, devotion and loyalty.You are the purpose of life and existence. That is why I am still alive.

Faith, Hope, Trust, Belief are all the same consequences of Doubt.

The thing about life, about change, is there are always lessons. Some are subtle, others not, and sometimes it takes being ripped out of your comfort zone to finally get it—then it’s transformative.

I get my exercise being a pallbearer for those of my friends who believed in regular running and calisthenics.

An idealist who couldn't cope becomes cynical.

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

No statement is more true and better applicable to Wall Street than the famous warning of Santayana: "Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it".

Any sort of plain speaking is better than the nauseous sham good fellowship our democratic public men get up for shop use.

Some people, they just don't get a joke.