The purpose of a spiritual discipline is to give us a way to stop the war, not by our force of will, but organically, through understanding an gradual training.

Let go of the battle. Breathe quietly and let it be. Let your body relax and your heart soften. Open to whatever you experience without fighting.

When we struggle to change ourselves we, in fact, only continue the patterns of self-judgement and aggression. We keep the war against ourselves alive.

No amount of meditation, yoga, diet, and reflection will make all of our problems go away, but we can transform our difficulties into our practice until little by little they guide us on our way.

To learn to concentrate we must choose a prayer or meditation and follow this path with commitment and steadiness, a willingness to work with our practice day after day, no matter what arises.

Breathing meditation can quiet the mind, open the body, and develop a great power of concentration.

The focusing of attention on the breath is perhaps the most universal of the many hundreds of meditation subjects used worldwide.

In sitting on the meditation cushion and assuming the meditation posture, we connect ourselves with the present moment in this body and on this earth.

In Buddhist practice, the outward and inward aspects of taking the one seat meet on our meditation cushion.

The destiny of your own soul is in your own hands by the choice you make.

I grew up not liking my father very much. I never saw him cry. But he must have. Everybody cries.

Don't be afraid to question. Don't be afraid to get fired. Don't be afraid to be wrong.

Whatever life may be, and whatever horror men have made of it, the world is a lovely place, a magic place, something to marvel over. The world is an amazing place.

All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was.

Love is horrible. I mean, when you're in love, it's like a sickness. Such madness.

Its's just that... this is the realest thing I've had in a long time and it scares me a bit.

Nobody's bigger than the game of baseball. You ask pitchers from 10-15-20 years ago. That's normal. Part of the game.

The balance between good and evil, and the choices we make between them, are probably the single most important aspects shaping our personalities and humanity.

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men By strangers with a calm, judicial pen, And when the borders bleed we watch with dread The lines of ink across the map turn red.