Under the obsessive thoughts and plans, under the emotions, positive and negative, there is an ocean of peace.

When you are willing to stop looking for something in thought, you find everything in silence.

Love has nothing to do with another person. Love is Truth. Love is Beauty. Love is Self. To know yourself, to surrender to the truth of yourself, is to surrender to love.

True forgiveness and love arise naturally, effortlessly, from the silence of the heart broken all the way open.

Pure no-thing-ness is conscious intelligence.

You have the freedom, ability and authority to love your life. Just be you, then wait.

If you're laughing, you're healing.

Recognize, you ARE Home. Not, you are 'at home'... you ARE Home. Not, you have 'come home'... you ARE Home. You are that which IS Home.

Safety is knowing that when this particular life form is finished, what it has served remains.

There's great release, really, in not seeing into the future.

To be truly happy you must recognize who you are with nothing.

You and your purpose in life are the same thing. Your purpose is to be you.

Would you guys choose to walk away from possibly the most incredible encounter of your lifetime just because you had to let it go sooner then you wanted? Just because you knew that it would never be?

What's interesting about the process of acting is how often you don't know what you're doing.

In much of the world today there are no more chilling words than "I'm from the United States and I'm here to help you."

Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; But a greater thing is to fight life through, and at the end, 'The dream is true!'

Entertaining is one method of avoiding people. It is very often the negation of hospitality.

Hurray for criticism, if it means that an artist's voice is heard. Let the wise artist invite criticism and survive it when it comes.

It's not hard to get the ideas when they come. They just come... it's painful waiting for them.

I feel like I've lost 10 years of my life to cancer.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.