The Self is the one thing you can discover, not by travelling miles, but by being very still inside your own being and saying to the Supreme, Yes, absorb me.

Don't remind the world that it is sick and troubled. Remind it that it is beautiful and free.

No thought has any power. You have power. And when you identify and believe in the thought you give power to the thought.

At the end of the day, you can have something in your head, something in your hand, or something in your heart. What are you choosing?

All the ups and downs are grace in different wrappings, sent to refine consciousness. Say thanks to them all.

Who reminds you to breathe and to beat your heart? Something is there, taking care.

The greatest healing would be to wake up from what we are not.

You need nothing to be happy - you need something to be sad.

If you seek approval from others in this world, you will not know happiness.

If you do not trust life to unfold, the mind takes over and it becomes a game of strategy, motivated by anxiety. This mistrust is unfair. Life has given us so much, and yet we do not trust it.

If I could give you only one advice, I would say: Don't identify with anything. Be completely empty - no one. Be no-body and see if you lose anything but delusion.

An autobiography is inherently incomplete unless the last page is written on the eve of the author's demise.

One of the things we found out as we filmed with people who dealt with chimps, and with all animals, and it's really incredible, is their levels of intelligence that we don't recognize right away.

Fog and hypocrisy - that is to say, shadow, convention, decency - these were the very things that lent to London its poetry and romance.

When you don't know where you're at, you don't get upset you're not somewhere else.

Once you expose your private life, if you give one little bit, the floodgates are open and everyone's got a free range for you.

It always feels good to come back here. I love New York... it's just nice to see a lot of familiar faces.

Why, what a temper you are in!

This land, this water, this air, this planet - this is our legacy to our young.

We can't hire out our own inner work, but we can do the manual labor with delight and decency.

From Bard, to Bard, the frigid Caution crept, Till Declamation roar'd, while Passion slept.