Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?

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.

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

Everybody has to die. Why cry, when you have wings to fly!

The greatest wealth is to live content with little.

Our faces were no more than ten inches apart, but she was light years away from me.

When there is spiritual awakening, you awaken into the fullness, the aliveness, and also the sacredness of now. You were absent, asleep, and now you are present, awake.

I became a stand-up comedienne because I had a sit-down husband.

I will persist. I will always take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another.

A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious.

Nine people out of ten (in Germany and England, perhaps ten people) would rather wait for their rights than fight for their rights.

Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?