Just the idea that you are religious doesn't help at all. It does not help you; it does not help others. In order to really help others, you need to gain knowledge-wisdom.

Be blissful and enjoy your life; do not let yourself become obsessed with anything. Determine to use the rest of your life to benefit others as much as possible.

When you check your own mind properly, you stop blaming others for your problems.

The mind is very powerful. Therefore, it requires firm guidance. A powerful jet plane needs a good pilot; the pilot of your mind should be the wisdom that understands its nature.

Examine your own mental attitudes. Become your own therapist.

First of all, merely by living a simple life with a heart dedicated to overcoming self-cherishing, we automatically benefit others.

No matter how confused or deluded we may be at the moment, the underlying and essential nature of our being is clear and pure

There's a big difference between being able to explain religion intellectually and transforming that knowledge into spiritual experience.

Be wise. Treat yourself, your mind, sympathetically, with loving kindness. If you are gentle with yourself, you will become gentle with others.

Knowing your own mind is the solution to all our problems.

It is precisely because our present life is so inseparably linked with desire that we must make use of desire's tremendous energy if we wish to transform our life into something transcendental.

It was the moment I heard your laughter. The moment I heard us laughing, two cascades in the middle of a desert, careless and uninhibited.

As far as more recognition goes, I am happy with the amount of love and respect I have received from other artists and the public. Of course, I would love more, and think I deserve it.

My white girl Veronica, black girl Monica, Got me celebrating Christma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-kah, Rocking dashikis with a yarmulke.

The Geiger-counter of Olympomania is going to go zoink off the scale.

There is nothing better than strolling down the beach the way God made you.

O, my God! withhold from me the wealth to which tears and sighs and curses cleave. Better none at all than wealth like that.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

A bright future beckons. The onus is on us, through hard work, honesty and integrity, to reach for the stars.

But huge photographs of dead bodies are slightly different. I couldn't find much humor there.

Most of my memories of Texas are of mosquitoes, watermelons, crickets, and my brother teasing me