If love isn't there, nothing will grow. If it is, there is always hope and it will win in the end. Love is vital and sacrosanct.

There is a depth to life which only comes from our connection to other people. However, we have to find it without becoming a prisoner.

Life is not a competition. No one has to lose for someone else to win. A true blessing blesses everyone.

The question is: do you want suffering or do you want peace? It's that simple.

Your body would not get sick if you held no thought of resentment. It is neither good nor bad of itself. If we hold anything against anyone, we will suffer ourselves.

We have already said more goodbyes than are necessary. Those were goodbyes that brought about the end of partings. We taught each other that no parting is possible.

Life is energy and, as such, it belongs to all, reaches all, and blesses all.

Good fiction writers have an instinctive understanding of human nature. That's what makes stories and characters captivating. Good spiritual writers share what they sincerely practice themselves.

We may talk lightly but never carelessly. We keep at bay the flow of common, ignorant thought which runs its damaging course through the pathways of ordinary human conversation.

It could be said that we become so much a stranger that we disappear and find ourselves reborn in the midst of humanity which is quite a paradox.

Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.

Darkness will always be...its own master...

Proper writing ink comes in a bottle, can be swirled like brandy in a glass, and smells like apple blossom after rain.

I could never resist the call of the trail.

Singularitarians are the munchkins of the real world. We just ignore all the usual dungeons and head straight for the cycle of infinite wish spells.

Donald Trump is a threat economically to America.

We said we'd never tour ... and we'll never do a tour, I don't think - or if we do it won't be longer than about two weeks.

No disaster is worse than being discontented.

Quintana of Charyn's body was a map of hatred.

When my mother and my grandmother died three months apart, I knew my world was over.