We can free ourselves from the old stories that have reduced us & allow real love for ourselves to blossom.

Smiling at someone can have significant health consequences.

Seeking happiness is not the problem. The problem is that we often do not know where and how to find genuine happiness and so make the mistakes that cause suffering for ourselves & others.

When you recognize and reflect on even one good thing about yourself, you are building a bridge to a place of kindness and caring.

Never feel ashamed of your longing for happiness.

Clinging to our ideas of perfection isolates us from life and is a barrier.

For any marginalized group to change the story that society tells about them takes courage and perseverance.

The idea that traumatic residues—or unresolved stories—can be inherited is groundbreaking.

The unconscious mind is a vast repository of experiences and associations that sorts things out much faster than the slow-moving conscious mind.

Buddhism has a term for the happiness we feel at someone else’s success or good fortune. Sympathetic joy, as it is known, invites us to celebrate for others.

Even as we recognize our resentment, bitterness, or jealousy, we can also honor our own wish to be happy, to feel free.

One more thing...

I am a novelist, and my goal in writing a novel is to leave the reader not knowing what to think. A good novel shouldn't have a point.

The Word of God represents all the possibilities of God as at the disposal of true prayer.

No man ever served God by doing things tomorrow.

Don't get mad. Get everything. - (on divorce).

I have examined all religions, and the result is that the Bible is the best book in the world.

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

Legality can't create love if it isn't there, or preserve it if it's dying, but it can destroy love by making it compulsory.

A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.

Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .