To see your drama clearly is to be liberated from it.

A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world.

You are not responsible for the programming you picked up in childhood. However, as an adult, you are one hundred percent responsible for fixing it.

Love is just a feeling of togetherness and openness in your heart.

I am perceiving everyone, including myself, as an awakening being who is here to claim his or her birthright to the higher consciousness planes of unconditional love and oneness.

Life is warning you to get rid of an addiction every time you are emotionally uncomfortable in any way.

All there is in your life is the eternal now moment - and your experience of this moment is created by the programming in your head.

Upgrade your addictions to the status of preferences. Here's the distinction between an addiction and a preference.

You add to the suffering in the world when you take offense, just as much as you do when you give offense.

Everything is a gift of the universe -even joy, anger, jealously, frustration, or separateness. Everything is perfect either for our growth or our enjoyment.

Everyone and everything around you is your teacher.

LEADERSHIP is your org chart turned upside down.

Memory is essential to who we are, and memories can be both implicit and explicit - unconscious and conscious.

When God plans to bless a man, he takes this poor time-cursed creature into His hand and says., My son, I breath into you eternity and immortality.

Genius inspires resentment. A sad fact of life.

I didn't want to move or act like a rich man. I wanted to dance in a pair of jeans. I wanted to dance like the man in the streets.

If I can get somewhere, I'm all right. If not, I'm miserable.

I have learned what must be, and therefore have come to see the whole horror of what is.

Pain is the body’s voice. Listen to your body.

There is this church that I go to a lot in New York. I'm not religious but I love lighting candles and stuff. I find it useful.

It's the anarchy of poverty delights me, the old yellow wooden house indented among the new brick tenements