If only I could spend all my days surrounded by people brave enough to open their hearts for real.

There's just as much wisdom in knowing when to keep quiet as there is in knowing when to speak up. Use your voice wisely.

In my experience, it is always worth it to find the love that lives inside you. No matter how deep you have to dig sometimes.

Give people a chance.

Shit works out.

A happiness trick:do more things that make you happy, and you'll be happy more often.

There is absolutely no point in comparing ourselves to others. Everyone brings to the world exactly what they are meant to bring, and in doing so touches exactly who they are meant to touch.

No one determines your truth but you.You can’t paint your own self-portrait with someone else’s hand.

I finally stopped seeking in others everything I could only find in myself.

We can’t heal what we refuse to acknowledge.

I can’t control my feelings, but I’m learning to have a say in how much my feelings control me.

But remember, great Good will, more often than not, lead to great Evil.

Every gift of a new day is an opportunity to discover a happier you.

There's only few people who have strength to honor someone's achievement without envy.

That Jesus’ followers (and later Paul) had resurrection experiences is, in my judgment, a fact. What the reality was that gave rise to the experiences I do not know.

I think as artists we have an opportunity to shed light and share different stories and expose different realities and inspire people and give a different perspective.

Monotheism begins with a god who hates trees.

Let the fires go out in the boiler room of the church and the place will still look smart and clean, but it will be cold. The Prayer Room is the boiler room for its spiritual life.

I ended up rooming in a dorm that was basically a solid wall of female scientists. And every Wednesday, we would all watch "Star Trek: Next Generation."

We shouldn't forget that the universe moves with us, is at our back with everything we do.

I think the driving force when I moved to New York was the fear of going home with my tail between my legs.