The noun of self becomes a verb. This flashpoint of creation in the present moment is where work and play merge.

Every moment of life is unique-a kiss, a sunset, a dance, a joke. None will ever recur in quite the same way. Each happens only once in the history of the universe.

The most potent muse of all is our own inner child.

Improvisation is intuition in action, a way to discover the muse and learn to respond to her call.

The easiest way to do art is to dispense with success and failure altogether and just get on with it.

Structure ignites spontaneity. Limits yield intensity. When we play... by our self-chosen rules, we find that containment of strength amplifies strength.

Creative work is play. It is free speculation using materials of ones chosen form.

To do anything artistically you have to acquire technique, but create through your technique and not with it.

Surrender means cultivating a comfortable attitude toward not knowing, being nurtured by the mystery of moments that are dependably surprising, ever fresh.

Any action can be practiced as an art, as a craft, or as drudgery.

Every conversation is a form of Jazz. The activity of instantaneous creation is as ordinary to us as breathing.

For us, the greatness of this universe is to give us every means by which we may build our dreams!

To explain all nature is too difficult a task for any one man or even for any one age

Before building any relationship, think on how your partner could be the best companion to you in achieving your life’s earnest goals

The doctrine of blind obedience and unqualified submission to any human power, whether civil or ecclesiastical, is the doctrine of despotism.

You know the marathon in my country is just exceptional. It's like soccer in England. If England win the world cup and Ethiopia win the marathon - it's the same.

People who come to Canada and have big dreams are really achieving something special from an entrepreneurial perspective.

God's grace and mercy are bigger than the biggest challenge we may face today and the worst decision we might make today.

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful.

While real perfection is only one, relative perfections must be many.

Dance with the sufis, celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain.