The body has to be looked after: one has to be very caring about the body and very loving to the body. And then, its very spontaneity purifies it, makes it holy.

Discover yourself, otherwise you have to depend on other people's opinions who don't know themselves.

If love can not keep you together, nothing else can keep you together. And if

True freedom is always spiritual. It has something to do with your innermost being, which cannot be chained, handcuffed, or put into a jail.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

The whole world is a cyclone. But once you have found the center, the cyclone disappears. This nothingness is the ultimate peak of consciousness.

God listens through the atomic door of love.

You can victory overcome every situation by faith and hope.

His guilt swelled up, churning like a paddle wheel in his stomach. He wanted desperately to flee. How do you escape something that comes from inside? The revenant, he knew, searched for him.

I remind myself: I am the best. I have the best. And I deserve the best. This is one of my personal mantras that I tell myself every morning before auditions, character work, and performances.

The momentum today behind the idea of a new global reserve currency reflects, in effect, the rise of the rest in world politics and economics, led by China.

People like to help, providing they can do it reasonably easily

A potato is a poor thing, poorly treated. More often than not it is cooked in so unthinking and ignorant a manner as to make one feel that it has never before been encountered in the kitchen.

Let a series of happy thoughts run through your mind. They will show on your face.

The only weapons I ever had were my cello and my baton.

Who were the fools who spread the story that brute force cannot kill ideas? Nothing is easier. And once they are dead they are no more than corpses.