I think we're inevitably going to be depressed when we focus the major part of our energy and attention on something that doesn't give us meaning, only material things.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

There are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is 'Where am I going?' and the second is 'Who will go with me?' If you ever get these questions in the wrong order you are in trouble.

To love is to return to a home we never left, to remember who we are.

The best practice is to follow the advice posted on every railroad crossing: Stop. Look. Listen.

Compassion begins with the acknowledgment of the single inescapable truth that is the foundation for the possibility of love between human beings - an awareness of the tragic sense of life.

Trust what moves you most deeply.

Down to earth advice about the path that leads away from the kingdom of the hollow men.

The sacred is discovered in what moves and touches us, in what makes us tremble.

To be on a quest is nothing more or less than to become an asker of questions.

The more you become a connoisseur of gratitude, the less you are a victim of resentment, depression, and despair.

I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little further down our particular path than we have yet gone ourselves.

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

The light extinguishes all the flaming arrows of darkness.

An unedited manuscript is a first draft of story

People with ambition don't give a damn what other people think of them.

Don't defy the diagnosis try to defy the verdict.

Another day gone and no jokes.

Oh no. I've just accidently paid a visit to the cakeshop of love. I haven't put back my Italian cakey, but I have accidentally picked up a Dave the Tart.

I don't believe in Jesus or God. But I do believe that fundamentalists in religion or anything else are bad, and that they have more hate than love.

Heaven made virtue; man, the appearance.