It’s is not just a question of doing what you love for a living. It is a matter of doing what you love with love. Then your life and all lives will be transformed.

Finding oneself and one's path is like waking up on a foggy day. Be patient, and presently the fog will clear and that which has always been there can be seen. The path is already there to follow

Wisdom is merely the movement from fighting life to embracing it.

Odd how we focus on studying wars at at school to form our 'education'. No wonder we know so little about making and forging peace as adults.

In life, one has a choice to take one of two paths: to wait for some special day-or to celebrate each special day.

Take a walk outside - it will serve you far more than pacing around in your mind.

It's not the world that needs to change - it's our consciousness we must raise

Know your magic, trust your magic, use your magic and know that you are a manifestation of life's magic.

Some strive to make themselves great. Others help others see and find their own greatness. It's the latter who really enrich the world we live in

It's not the depth of your intellect that will comfort you or transform your world. Only the richness of your heart and your generosity of spirit can do that

The best way to get something good out of what you're doing is to put something good into it.

All the joys—animal and human—of a free life are mine. I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary. I am entering into the truth, into nature.

God never does withdraw; His works come to no halt; If you don't feel His force, yourself must be at fault.

Your inside person doesn’t age. Your inside person is soul, is heart, in the eternal now, the ageless, the old, the young, all the ages you’ve ever been.

Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great workmen of history have been men who believed like giants.

I serve society by rocking!

Pretty please. With sugar.

Now, unless someone's, like, 50 or older, they're meant to behave like girls. And it's a broad stroke: It's not just a moment of being vulnerable and girlish.

Language is magic: it makes things appear and disappear.

I don't take any day for granted anymore.

Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?