I have never met an aggressive person who wasn’t a fearful person.

Ego is to the true self what a flashlight is to a spotlight.

Children are natural Zen masters; their world is brand new in each and every moment.

It's okay to make mistakes. Mistakes are our teachers -- they help us to learn.

Hell, in my opinion, is never finding your true self and never living your own life or knowing who you are.

True love heals and affects spiritual growth. If we do not grow because of someone else’s love, it’s generally because it is a counterfeit form of love.

We cannot heal what we cannot feel.

I believe that this neglected, wounded, inner child of the past is the major source of human misery.

Recovery begins with embracing our pain and taking the risk to share it with others. We do this by joining a group and talking about our pain.

To truly be committed to a life of honesty, love and discipline, we must be willing to commit ourselves to reality.

It is a mark of soulfulness to be present in the here and now. When we are present, we are not fabricating inner movies. We are seeing what is before us.

There was no time to lose, no time to waste in rest or play. The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime.

I will finish what I have began.

Our prayers are often filled with selfish "wants" God always answers with what we need.

Few of us ever live in the present we are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone.

Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn't sustain my interest.

People only seriously consider change when they feel accepted for exactly who they are.

Any job very well done that has been carried out by a person who is fully dedicated is always a source of inspiration.

The amount of detailed information which an individual has at his command and his theoretical elaborations of the same are mutually dependent; they grow in and through each other.

Light - dews - breezes - bloom - and freshness; not one of which... has yet been perfected on the canvas of any painter in the world.

Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills. We feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery.