It is our commitment to wholeness that matters, the willingness to unfold in every deep aspect of our being.

The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.

The things that matter most in our lives are not fantastic or grand. They are the moments when we touch one another.

Most of us have spent our lives caught up in plans, expectations, ambitions for the future; in regrets, guilt or shame about the past. To come into the present is to stop the war.

We do not have to improve ourselves; we just have to let go of what blocks our heart.

Do not doubt your own basic goodness. In spite of all confusion and fear, you are born with a heart that knows what is just, loving, and beautiful.

In the end, just three things matter: How well we have lived How well we have loved How well we have learned to let go

Have respect for yourself, and patience and compassion. With these, you can handle anything.

Let go of the battle. Breathe quietly and let it be. Let your body relax and your heart soften. Open to whatever you experience without fighting.

The basic principle of spiritual life is that our problems become the very place to discover wisdom and love.

If you sing a song, you never be sad.

Genius is the ability to push one's limits beyond the limits each time, every endeavour.

He lived in terror of, well, becoming ordinary.

A scar is not always a flaw. Sometimes a scar may be redemption inscribed in the flesh, a memorial to something endured, to something lost.

Children live what they learn.

I have a number of alternatives, and each one gives me something different.

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.

You don't always do the same things you've done the night before. That's what makes playing live so interesting as opposed to being in the studio.

I'm all for typewriters, with instant carbon copies, and seeing films in cinemas.

How can we resent the life we've created for ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit, but us? Who can change it, any time we wish, but us?