Virtue and integrity are necessary for genuine happiness. Guard your integrity with care.

The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.

The things that matter most in our lives are not fantastic or grand. They are the moments when we touch one another.

Most of us have spent our lives caught up in plans, expectations, ambitions for the future; in regrets, guilt or shame about the past. To come into the present is to stop the war.

We do not have to improve ourselves; we just have to let go of what blocks our heart.

Do not doubt your own basic goodness. In spite of all confusion and fear, you are born with a heart that knows what is just, loving, and beautiful.

In the end, just three things matter: How well we have lived How well we have loved How well we have learned to let go

Have respect for yourself, and patience and compassion. With these, you can handle anything.

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.

The basic principle of spiritual life is that our problems become the very place to discover wisdom and love.

Life is too short to spend it living for mundane things

I hate the thought of someone never being missed, ' said Ianto sadly. 'It's the ultimate humiliation, surely. So unimportant in life that no one even notices when you die.

We must use time as a tool not as a crutch.

I smoke a cigar or two a day. I did have a brownie once. It made me sleepy.

I vote in every general election, but I'm not a party member or an ideologue. I've never told anyone who I've voted for.

I had to get my camera to register things that were more important than how poor they were--their pride, their strength, their spirit.

Live free, child of the mist,- and with respect to knowledge we are allchildren of the mist.

Hope, that star of life's tremulous ocean.

If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day.

Words are the instruments you play to the song of your ideas, you're just playing covers.