It's only a drop in the ocean - but the ocean wouldn't be the same without that drop.

Peace begins with a smile..

Profound joy of the heart is like a magnet that indicates the path of life.

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.

If you judge people you have no time to love them.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless.

Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one.

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.

The first person you have to conquer is you. This is because when at last you win over million people, the first person to bring you down could be you. Discipline yourself!

In the end, each of us is alone, but in the meantime, we must all huddle together to give one another comfort and warmth.

I would say Gary Snyder, who is from my part of the world as a poet and environmental thinker, will be read just as Henry Thoreau as John Muir will continue to be read.

Naming is nice. It took me days before I was able to speak a name for my first child (what if people did not like it?), and I suspect we gave her a secret, second name as well, to keep her safe.

We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.

Sunday is the Academy Awards. Every time an actor says, 'I didn't expect this,' Ruth Bader Ginsburg will do a shot.

When we have disorderly lives, it makes it difficult for our minds to be orderly and for us to be at ease with disorder.

We should cultivate the serenity, because in the substance of sincerity germinate the most beautiful flowers of the Spirit.

So soon as the possession of property becomes the basis of popular esteem, therefore, it becomes also a requisite to that complacency which we call self-respect.

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. What is there to be or do? What's become of me or you? Are we kind or are we true? Sitting two and two, boys, waiting for the end.