Or whatever politically correct spiritual representation of universal goodness you happen to believe in.

You can't blend in when you were born to stand out.

Courage. Kindness. Friendship. Character. These are the qualities that define us as human beings, and propel us, on occasion, to greatness.

Whenever there is a conflict between being right and being kind, if possible, choose being kind.

I wish everyday could be Halloween. We could all wear masks all the time. Then we could walk around and get to know each other before we got to see what we looked like under the masks.

We carry with us, as human beings, not just the capacity to be kind, but the very choice of kindness.

I won't describe what I look like. Whatever you're thinking, it's probably worse.

My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.

There are always going to be jerks in the world . . . [but] there are more good people on this earth than bad people, and the good people watch out for each other and take care of each other.

One mistake does not define you.

Kinder than is necessary. Because it's not enough to be kind. One should be kinder than needed.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.

Meditation is not about what's happening, it is about how we're relating to what's happening.

I don't think about being tired, I don't think about my technique. I just try to break their will.

It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity.

The best player I've ever played against is Kobe Bryant. I have seen him do some stuff that is just unbelievable.

There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.

Northern Ireland is part of Ireland, not Britain, as can clearly be seen from aerial photographs.

The way I look it is hard to look like a normal person. You know, in the streets when I was a kid, people always said I looked strange, and it made me feel unhappy.

What kind of truth is this which is true on one side of a mountain and false on the other?