Love is not a matter of what happens in life. It's a matter of what's happening in your heart.

A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world.

You are not responsible for the programming you picked up in childhood. However, as an adult, you are one hundred percent responsible for fixing it.

Love is just a feeling of togetherness and openness in your heart.

I am perceiving everyone, including myself, as an awakening being who is here to claim his or her birthright to the higher consciousness planes of unconditional love and oneness.

Life is warning you to get rid of an addiction every time you are emotionally uncomfortable in any way.

All there is in your life is the eternal now moment - and your experience of this moment is created by the programming in your head.

Upgrade your addictions to the status of preferences. Here's the distinction between an addiction and a preference.

You add to the suffering in the world when you take offense, just as much as you do when you give offense.

Everything is a gift of the universe -even joy, anger, jealously, frustration, or separateness. Everything is perfect either for our growth or our enjoyment.

Everyone and everything around you is your teacher.

Let us be kind. It is the simplest way to touch someone's heart.

We need money for daily living and upkeep. But money isn’t everything.

A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

Those who have given themselves the most concern about the happiness of peoples have made their neighbors very miserable.

Sales fixes everything.

When you lose your parents as a child, you are indoctrinated into a club, you re taken into life's severest confidence. You are undeceived.

An oxymoron? What's that? A moron who studies at Oxford?

You can't measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.

I've been in love before, every love-relationship is tough and it has its challenges.

Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?