It’s really hard to do nothing totally. Even just sitting here, like this, our bodies are churning, our minds are chattering. There’s a whole commotion going on inside us.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.

Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?

Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

The human art form is in uniting fruitful activity with a contemplative stance, not one or the other, but always both at the same time.

I don't envy "busy." Busy means having a schedule, not living life. What I really covet is leisure and peace of mind. Those who have both, have it all.

When his enthusiasm goes he's through as a player.

The environmental movement doesn't have many deserters and has a high level of recruitment. Eventually, there will be open war.

I used to believe my art had to be about the things that brought me joy and gave me hope. But I learned that art can be found in all of life, even in pain.

If we do not pay for children in good schools, then we are going to pay for them in prisons and mental hospitals.

I can imagine no more important contribution to our country's future than a long-term commitment to improving urban K-12 public schools.

As beautiful as the chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table.

The true doctrine of omnipresence is, that God reappears with all his parts in every moss and cobweb.

The miser deprives himself of his treasure because of his desire for it.