Look in the mirror, and laugh at yourself.

Let me give you a wonderful Zen practice. Wake up in the morning...look in the mirror, and laugh at yourself.

Our tendency in life is to avoid things that frighten us. But in order to become whole, we need to go deeper and deeper into ourselves by reaching further and further into the things we fear.

When we don't ask, we don't let others give. When we fear rejection, we don't let generosity arise.

In every area, working with what you habitually reject is one of the best ways to facilitate growth and transformation.

Our work may be important, but we don't take it too seriously. Otherwise, we get attached to one relatively small thing and ignore the rest of life.

Take the selfishness out of anger and you're left with determination.

We're creating a little niche for ourselves instead of working the whole canvas.

The pursuit of enlightenment is for the purpose of the world, not merely for the purpose of the individual. Practices for enlightenment must lead to action in the world.

People get stuck a lot because they're afraid to act; in the worst case,...we get so attached to some end result that we can't function. We need help just to move on, only life doesn't wait.

The basic problem, actually, is how to get rid of the idea that we're going to get rid of our problems. Only then can we relate directly with the real issues of our life.

The hopelessness of life is like a weak fire, that can only be extinguished using the fire extinguisher called hope.

I don't smile. Why tempt her to friendship?

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

Scott: I don't think I'm ready to be a grown-up.Kim: I don't think you are either, buddy. But hey, you'll get it. It just takes practice.

I like to stay happy, and I like to live life light and make the best of life.

Either life entails courage, or it ceases to be life.

My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.

And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.

Computer science departments have always considered 'user interface' research to be sissy work.