There is no such thing as an incurable disease, only incurable people.

I believe that we are here to contribute love to the planet - each of us in our own way

Diseases can be our spiritual flat tires - disruptions in our lives that seem to be disasters at the time but end by redirecting our lives in a meaningful way.

If you watch how nature deals with adversity, continually renewing itself, you can't help but learn.

Compliments are the helium that fills everyone's balloon; they elevate the person receiving them so he or she can fly over life's troubles and land safely on the other side.

One's attitude towards oneself is the single most important factor in healing and staying well.

You can't control the world, but when you control your thoughts, you bring order.

Love is giving with no expectations...Love cures, heals, and rewards two people: the lover and the beloved.

Love releases incredible energy that promotes the biochemistry of healing.

Your body loves you, but if you do not love your life, it will end it far sooner, thinking it is doing you a favor.

One cannot get through life without pain...What we can do is choose how to use the pain life presents to us.

The author challenges how much sanctity has to do with sameness, as he says saints are as different from each other as those in any group -- even murderers.

I can't believe that God put us on this earth to be ordinary.

Truly, one gets easier accustomed to a silken bed than to a sack of leaves.

I'm an honest hoe, and all my hoes is honest.

Offer your art up to the whole world, not just an elite few.

Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.

"Come on Grace, I'm not going to tell on you. I'm your sister." And that's all she has to say.

Some astronauts sleep in sort of beds - compartments that you can open up and crawl into and then close up, almost like a little bedroom.

It's very rare to have rehearsal time on a television show: You get scripts, you show up, and you do it.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.