Look at the people you don't love and see them as an exercise for you to open your heart.

The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can't be organized or regulated. It isn't true that everyone should follow one path. Listen to your own truth.

I would like my life to be a statement of love and compassion--and where it isn't, that's where my work lies.

If you think you’re enlightened go spend a week with your family.

The game is not about becoming somebody, it's about becoming nobody.

We are all affecting the world every moment, whether we mean to or not. Our actions and states of mind matter, because we are so deeply interconnected with one another.

The intellect is a beautiful servant but a terrible master. Intellect is the power tool of our separateness. The intuitive, compassionate heart is the doorway to our unity.

We're all just walking each other home.

As you dissolve into love, your ego fades. You’re not thinking about loving; you’re just being love, radiating like the sun.

I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are

If you want to cure the world, don't emanate fear - emanate love.

...true wisdom is the skill and practice of death.

It was bewildering, the way that reality could be overtaken, wrestled down, and murdered by the sheer weight of possibility.

Clutter is postponed decisions.

May you live to see the green grass growing over your grave.

It should be like a driver's license - no one can have an Instagram until they're 18. It's the wild, wild west, the internet.

The top threat that gets very little focus from Washington these days is what Adm. Mike Mullen identified as the biggest threat to the U.S.: the American debt.

The Internet right now is another way to get exposure. You depend on that because they give you press, and if it's successful it gets into a lot of festivals.

Taking risks in older age is more courageous because you have more to lose. When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.

You don't need to be famous to live a life as an artist.

At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.