In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, sometimes only beauty can be trusted.

A true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

Tis' better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's perfectly.

Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

There's always another level up. There's always another ascension. More grace, more light, more generosity, more compassion, more to shed, more to grow.

You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.

If you're going to answer the call and you're going to transform and you're going to change, get ready. It is not a day at the beach.

Good intentions might sound nice, but it's positive actions that matter.

The utility of the robot needs to come first. It's business model over technology.

I can always tell how stupid someone is by how certain they are about what they're saying.

Leftism hides under an intellectual veneer, but underneath it is all emotion

I'm actually kind of more adventurous. I like to go out on the floors and try to be incognito. Because it's more fun to be out there. So - when people do recognize you it's a little bit scarier.

It's choice that makes us human.

He realized at last that the arguments of pessimism were powerless to comfort him

I've learned to deal with stress. In fact, things that would make the next person go over a cliff don't even make my radar anymore.

The great and glorious masterpiece of men is to live to the point. All other things-to reign, to hoard, to build-are, at most, but inconsiderable props and appendages.

With the first kiss his mouth will taste of wormwood.