I write about whatever is timely - whatever is happening at the time for me - with what the expressive feeling is.

We suffer because we want life to be different from what it is. We suffer because we try to make pleasurable what is painful, to make solid what is fluid, to make permanent what is always changing.

Our power comes not from suppressing others but from uplifting them.

This is bravery: using the challenge of daily life to sharpen our mind and open our heart.

Whatever we do lays a seed in our deepest consciousness, and one day that seed will grow.

Movement is good for the body. Stillness is good for the mind.

If we do not appreciate the sensitivity and subtlety of the human heart, how can we appreciate the sensitivity and subtlety of the natural world?

The self-assured strength that grows from knowing that we already have what we need makes us gentle, because we are no longer desperate.

Like gravity, karma is so basic we often don't even notice it.

We humans have come to a crossroads in our history: we can either destroy the world or create a good future.

The most outrageous thing we can do in this world is to accept what happens and fly with it.

Make your life a magical journey of Life, encountering Life.

It is easy to talk on religion, but difficult to practice it.

Figuring out how to eat healthfully on your own without your parents' guidance is one of the hardest lessons you must learn when you leave home for college.

The innermost essence of my being...is fearless; it is immune to criticism; it does not fear any challenge.

I hate to lose time on the set. On the set, you have to go at a good pace, because the clock is your master. For that reason, I have to know exactly what I'm trying to get beforehand.

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you.

Take charge of your mind and begin to fill it with healthy, positive, and courageous thoughts.

Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep under so many lids.

Falsehood, like the dry-rot, flourishes the more in proportion as air and light are excluded.

I could see the works just living in reproductions. The work lives on like fantasy. Some live even better as just an image.