Now is the time when we must renew ourselves and live as if we and all of life is sacred, and as if everything we do makes a difference.

At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities.

We all have the extraordinary coded within us, waiting to be released.

Education and the process of educating is a total integral, contextual situation which includes students, teachers, parents, administration and environment.

Change the story and you change perception; change perception and you change the world.

If you keep telling the same sad small story. You will keep living the same sad small life.

You are not a passive observer in the cosmos. The entire universe is expressing itself through you at this very moment.

Just as you would not neglect seeds that you planted with hope that they will bear vegetables and fruits and flowers, so must you attend to nourish the garden of your becoming.

The world needs the sense that we are all in it together.

Laughter is the loaded latency given us by nature as part of our native equipment to break up the stalemates of our lives and urge us on to deeper and more complex forms of knowing.

Engaging it produces an intense force, which in turn produces a mutation in consciousness. You become who you really are.

Writing makes me hard, like a fisherman, and brown from the heat. Tossing out and reeling in is a job for visionaries and those with calloused hands.

When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.

I just want to continue to do comedy. Comedy, I'm discovering, is my niche. It's what I'm born to do, so I would love to have my own sitcom one day in the future.

If you will look into the Science of Spirit you will see that your life is meant to be sustained by the Science of God and not by the science of matter.

Men who have reached and passed forty-five, have a look as if waiting for the secret of the other world, and as if they were perfectly sure of having found out the secret of this.

A collection of short stories is generally thought to be a horrendous clinker; an enforced courtesy for the elderly writer who wants to display the trophies of his youth, along with his trout flies.

Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty, too.

The property of the estate owners (pomeshchiks) doesn't belong to any particular detachment, but to the people as a whole. Let the people take what they want.

Third box car, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine. Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues.

There's a part of me that will always believe that Angel is Buffy's true love. That there will be a piece of her heart that will always be with him for the rest of her life.