Love is the highest form of meditation.

Each person you meetis an aspect of yourself, clamoring for love.

The closer you come to knowing that you alone create the world of your experience, the more vital it becomes for you to discover just who is doing the creating.

We are at our most powerful the moment we no longer need to be powerful.

True wealth comes less from having riches than from knowing how to live richly.

Our children are only as brilliant as we allow them to be.

We free our own mindseach time we pause to wonderwhether we are free.

To experience what isn't, love what is.

Quem pausa para admirar a beleza se torna tambem belo.(One who pauses to admire beauty becomes, himself, beautiful.)

The fact of your heart's enfoldment in mine is evidence enough that there is, underneath it all, some hidden order to this world.

Change happens for youthe moment you want somethingmore than you fear it.

The hallway felt like time itself, and Patricia Buckingham and I were standing at opposite ends-her looking back on all she'd seen, me wondering what lay ahead.

Who can protect themselves from betrayal? The day your brother wakes up and plans to do you dirty, there's no defense against that.

It was as if someone had leftthe bird thereas a kind of telegramof feathers, oily feathersthat looked like they’d struggled, shuttered a little before letting gointo flightforever.

I'm an absolutely dreadful hockey player.

It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .

I think we've probably all read a word that we've never heard pronounced out loud, and we try it out in a sentence and fall on our face.

See the brotherhood of all mankind as the highest order of Yogis; conquer your own mind, and conquer the world.

Her voice was like a line from an old black-and-white Jean-Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness.

No individual can ultimately fail. The Divinity which descends into humanity is bound to re-gain its original state.

To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.