Let your dream devour your life, not your life devour your dream.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

If you want to build a ship, don't summon people to buy wood, prepare tools, distribute jobs, and organize the work; teach people the yearning for the wide, boundless ocean.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

Every person that comes into our life comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

As for the future, your task is not to foresee it, but to enable it.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

Beyond the mask she is witness to his glorious soul. Exposed to the elements, she warms her skin in his light and essence of being.

Alcoholism is above all a disease of denial.

I learnt just how little it takes to survive, which is why I don’t waste things – food, money, friendships or opportunities.

Heaven gives long life to the just and the intelligent.

When you practice Transcendental Meditation you are given a key to the deepest level of life.

I'm not a minimalist, as I'm sure you've noticed.

When you play this game twenty years, go to bat ten-thousand times, and get three-thousand hits, do you know what that means? You've gone zero for seven-thousand.

There were no lies here. All fancies fled away. That's what happened in all deserts. It was just you, and what you believed.

My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy.