Perhaps freedom from ideas of freedom - is the sweetest freedom of all.

You're learning to be nourished by the love you give, not by the validation offered in response to your giving.

Life is a beautiful collection of temporary experiences. Treasure your unique collection, and enjoy sharing it with others.

True honesty is the willingness to stand completely exposed, allowing the world to do what it may, and say what it will, only so you may know who you are - beyond all ideas.

We entertain ourselves with worry when we don't know what to trust. When you trust in what remains beyond temporary form, you are trusting in all that you are, as all that is.

Perhaps one day you'll look in the mirror and realize, the person you see appearing in awareness is actually awareness itself - momentarily appearing as a person.

Without a need to constantly remain attached to ideas and beliefs, the clarity of your formless form recognizes the truth of itself - with nothing to confirm or ever deny.

You give to yourself by giving of yourself.

You cannot describe truly what you are but you can enjoy and directly experience what you are. Therein lies the joy of existence.

Life is when awareness hides in the idea of personal experience.

I am the life just passing through. I'm what remains and so are you.

Was she pregnant then?' asked Assad. Judging by the number of family members in his photos, it was a feminine condition with which he was quite familiar.

Your differences are what make you unique. They're what make you special. You have nothing in common with these ignorant retches who thrive on superstition and fear. You were meant for greatness.

All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.

In this vast country that he had so loved, he was alone.

Reality is beyond speech and thought. Only that which can be expressed in words is being said. But what cannot be put into language is indeed That which IS.

I have deep respect for people's individual faith, but when faith gets connected to the machinery of state, or the machinery of hate, I find it very confronting.

It is extraordinary that whole populations have no projects for the future, none at all. It certainly is extraordinary, but it is certainly true.

None are so busy as the fool and the knave.

Nor think thou with wind Of æry threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not.

It's not really about confidence. It's just something that isn't really in the vocabulary of what goes on at work. The writers write and the actors act.