There is no greater power than the power of love, which arises from Presence. It overcomes all resistance.

We are on a journey of becoming that which we already are. That is the impossible paradox of our lives.

You get lost because you think there is somewhere to go. If you give up believing in a goal or a destination, then you cannot get lost. In the present moment, there is no destination.

Everything that happens is designed to awaken us. Everything.

The past is gone. The future never arrives. In truth, there is no life outside of this moment!

It disguises it’s thoughts as your thoughts, it’s feelings with your feelings, you think it’s you.

When you are present, you are transcendent of the mind and ego and so you can witness your mind and ego. You can be conscious of your thoughts without being lost in them when they arise.

The underlying motivation that drives all addiction is our insistence on avoiding pain. However, the pain you are avoiding is based in the past, and has nothing to do with the present moment.

As you awaken, the present moment becomes your home. You still play in the world of time, but you're not identified with the story unfolding there.

Everything that occurs in your life is part of God's plan to wake you up.

When you are truly present, you illuminate everything around you.

The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go.

Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants it is the creed of slaves.

It has become impossible to give up the enterprise of disarmament without abandoning the whole great adventure of building up a collective peace system.

Christ wants not nibblers of the possible, but grabbers of the impossible.

I never would just open a door and walk through, I had to bust it down for the hell of it. I just naturally liked doing things the hard way.

The world is full of pots jeering at kettles.

Israel is near and dear to my heart

Inspiration is cross-pollinating.

Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.

I went to the University of Life and was chucked out.