Love has nothing to do with another person. Love is Truth. Love is Beauty. Love is Self. To know yourself, to surrender to the truth of yourself, is to surrender to love.

When you are willing to stop looking for something in thought, you find everything in silence.

Under the obsessive thoughts and plans, under the emotions, positive and negative, there is an ocean of peace.

True forgiveness and love arise naturally, effortlessly, from the silence of the heart broken all the way open.

Pure no-thing-ness is conscious intelligence.

You have the freedom, ability and authority to love your life. Just be you, then wait.

If you're laughing, you're healing.

Recognize, you ARE Home. Not, you are 'at home'... you ARE Home. Not, you have 'come home'... you ARE Home. You are that which IS Home.

Safety is knowing that when this particular life form is finished, what it has served remains.

There's great release, really, in not seeing into the future.

To be truly happy you must recognize who you are with nothing.

She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.

Emotion doesn’t arise from the dreams, rather your deepest emotion orchestrates your dream.

In my years of global travels, I have seen a world in pain . . . Without God’s guidance, our response to suffering is a futile attempt to find solutions to conditions that cannot be solved.

My mother took the measure of what could be built with the material she'd been given, and she built it.

Dare to be naive.

You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.

Sulfur, when burning, absorbs oxygen gas; the resulting acid is considerably heavier than the sulfur burned; its weight is equal to the sum of weights of the sulfur burned and the oxygen absorbed.

Take some time each day to bring clarity to your inner world.

Don't fear the enemy that attacks you, but the fake friend that hugs you.

Leaving San Francisco is like saying goodbye to an old sweetheart. You want to linger as long as possible.