The last place we tend to look for healing is within ourselves.

When we come close to those things that break us down, we touch those things that also break us open. And in that breaking open, we uncover our true nature.

If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath— our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack, our accidents create Sabbath for us.

To pray is no small thing. It is nothing less than a sacred pilgrimage into the heart of the whole world.

What if the healing of the world utterly depends on the ten-thousand invisible kindnesses we offer simply and quietly throughout the pilgrimage of each human life?

For thousands of years we have gathered in circle--around fires, around bodies, around altars--because we can't do this alone.

Gratitude invites a sense of sufficiency.

Our lives are made of these moments. Simple words and actions, taken together, weave a single day, and our days become our life. Every gesture is a seed, and the seed determines the harvest.

What we choose to love is very important for what we love leads our eyes, ears, and hearts on a pilgrimage that shapes the texture of our lives.

When we do what we love, again and again, our life comes to hold the fragrance of that thing.

Emptiness is the pregnant void out of which all creation springs. But many of us fear emptiness. We prefer to remain...surrounded by things...we imagine are subject to our control.

Life is your greatest asset.

Learning to pray doesn't offer us a less busy life

... every monarch needs a blow on the head, from time to time.

I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.

Never give up. Take what life throws at you and throw it right back. If life keeps throwing then you have a tennis match going. Learn to like tennis.

The races are in fact disappearing, although the process will require thousands of years at present rates

How do you create jobs? Our companies have generated about 350,000 jobs and that's good.

Whatever he was-that robot in the Garden of Eden, who existed without mind, without values, without labor, without love-he was not man.

Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.

There is inevitably a trade-off between staffing and safety, and as a society we must decide where that balance should be struck.