On paper I would be a rather bold individual in our culture.

The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures are not failed attempts at being you; they are unique manifestations of the human spirit.

A language is not just a body of vocabulary or a set of grammatical rules. ... Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind.

The measure of a society is not only what it does but the quality of its aspirations.

The surface of the Earth itself is an immense loom upon which the sun weaves the fabric of existence.

What is science but the pursuit of the truth? What is Buddhism but 2500 years of observation as to the nature of mind?

Risk discomfort and solitude for understanding.

Heroes are never perfect, but they're brave, they're authentic, they're courageous, determined, discreet, and they've got grit.

Its haunting to realize that half of the languages of the world are teetering on the brink of extinction.

Language is an old-growth forest of the mind.

All cultures through all time have constantly been engaged in a dance with new possibilities for life. Change is the one constant in human history.

We should be able to refuse enchanting proposals and opportunities, if they contradict God’s principles

Sometimes the best ways aren't always the easiest and the hardest ways aren't always the funniest ways but if you really loved him then you push though all boundaries

Writing is not a hobby. Collecting stamps or coins is a hobby. Writing is a calling.

So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle stricken with a dart Said when he saw the fashion of the shaft 'With our own feathers not by others' hands Are we now smitten.'

I'm involved in the stock market, which is fun and, sometimes, very painful.

Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.

I think my worst problem is actually living in the moment and understanding everything that's going on. I feel like I'm in my own bubble.

When a glass sits on a table here, people don't wonder if it's half filled or half empty. They just hope it's good beer.

When somebody turned me on to a Coltrane record around seventh grade, I took up saxophone.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.