Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

I am like God and God like me. I am as large as God. He is as small as I. He cannot above me nor I beneath him be.

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound.

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.

Do not seek God in outer space-- Your heart is the only place in which to meet Him face to face.

God does not care what good you did, but why you did it. He does not grade the fruit but probes the core and tests the root.

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.

When I dieI'm sureI will have aBig Funeral.Curiosityseekers...coming to seeif Iam reallyDeador justtrying to makeTrouble.

I've found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.

I've been in plenty of situations where I thought the film would turn out one way or my performance would be looked at one way and it was an entirely different situation.

One must be truthful with oneself about one's own motives, especially if one is to survive in the world. It takes rigor, and it takes courage.

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

Maybe Simon Cowell for his effect on music. I call him Slimy Cowpat.

Part of why the Tea Party so deeply threatened the elite media is the tea party looked around and suddenly realized, there are more of us than there are of them.

The tragedy is that there is so much more incentive - money - to destroy the ecology than there is to preserve it.

When I was a kid I went to Catholic school, and they used to drag us out to pro-life rallies and stuff full of crazy people.

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.