If you take the the insults of your fellow human beings personally, you will be offended for the rest of your life.

You alone are the judge of your worth and your goal is to discover infinite worth in yourself, no matter what anyone else thinks.

Everything that happens to us is a reflection of who we are.

No matter what the situation, remind yourself "I have a choice."

Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.

The love you feel in life is a reflection of the love you feel in yourself.

Although we take it for granted, sanitation is a physical measure that has probably done more to increase human life span than any kind of drug or surgery.

Meditation is not a way of making your mind quiet. It is a way of entering into the quiet that is already there - buried under the 50,000 thoughts the average person thinks every day

Treat every moment as a gift, that is why it is called the present.

Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.

Take responsibility for your last bad decision, and then let it go. Don't blame others or make excuses for yourself.

It's all very well to put the government in the hands of the perfect man, but what do you do when the perfect man gets a bellyache?

I'm sure I've devoted enough thought to Rush Limbaugh for one lifetime.

Mindy Kaling gets her own line in the acknowledgments, as previously negotiated by her representatives. Thanks, Mindy. I love you and you're the best.

My parents had very strict rules for me. Rules like, I couldn't be home until a certain hour.

The universe is a giant mind. Some people have the ability to tap into that mind, we call them psychic. Others don't, we call them dull ... but they have potential.

Pleasure is the business of the young, business the pleasure of the old.

The mind must have for ballast the clear conception of duty, if it is not to fluctuate between levity and despair.

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Give all your attention to the question: 'What is it that makes me conscious?', until your mind becomes the question itself and cannot think of anything else.