We all want to be happy. We need to expand the notion of what that means, to make it bigger and wiser.

Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidoscope - a slight change, and all patterns alter.

The difference between misery and happiness depends on what we do with our attention.

We learn and grow and are transformed not so much by what we do but by why and how we do it.

Mindfulness isn't difficult, we just need to remember to do it.

We spend our lives searching for something we think we don't have, something that will make us happy. But the key to our deepest happiness lies in changing our vision of where to seek it.

If you go deeper and deeper into your own heart, you'll be living in a world with less fear, isolation and loneliness.

What comes up is not nearly as important as how you relate to what comes up.

You are capable of so much more than we usually dare to imagine

All beings want to be happy, yet so very few know how. It is out of ignorance that any of us cause suffering, for ourselves or for others

Mindfulness allows us to watch our thoughts, see how one thought leads to the next, decide if we're heading down an unhealthy path, and, if so, let go and change directions.

Follow your inner voice to let people follow you.

We fail far more often by timidity than by over-daring.

A great classic means a man whom one can praise without having read.

To allow all U.S. workers to put part of their earnings into private investment accounts would definitely erode the Social Security system and cause uncertainty for new investors.

Actually I walk around with the Emmy wherever I go, but I'm very casual about it.

The future, like everything else, is no longer quite what it used to be.

Work not of enthusiasm but of love, conscious of duty-which means self-denial.

Whatever you have read I have said is almost certainly untrue, except if it is funny, in which case I definitely said it.

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.