We throw away real people searching for the "perfect" person the same way that we throw ourselves away searching for our "perfect" self.

The history of your happiness is the history of your feeling connected.

A soul mate is not found. A soul mate is recognized.

Only love that continues to flow in the face of anger, blame, and indifference can be called love. All else is simply a transaction.

Temporary, but excruciating, pain is the price of healing.

There is no transcending our minds, only using them optimally.

The self-judging person will always judge others. The rubric we develop for ourselves, the measuring stick we put against our own mind and body, generalizes to every other human being.

Love is more abundant than we could possibly imagine. Just like there is more air than we could possibly breathe in, there is more love than we could possibly perceive.

The next stage of evolution is the evolution of perception, the evolution of the mind.

This is what a real teacher does: she opens the gates of our minds to the possibilities of the soul.

The mind, just like the body, becomes exactly what it is fed. While the body is nourished by food, the mind is nourished by thoughts.

the kind peopleare running this worldthey don't know how their one little smile has saved many lives

Some people just join the military because they need college money. Then they're idiots and college wasn't going to help.

Ultimately you can't repress individuality, even though you can try.

Jack Daniels makes us all puke.

Few people will appreciate the music if I just show them the notes. Most of us need to [hear it].

Of course I believe that I am very approachable, I am friendly, I care about my family, I care about my community, people believe that I am a strong and determined leader.

A lover is a man who tries to be more amiable than it is possible for him to be.

Everything in your life right now is a possible episode.

If Jupiter hurled his thunderbolt as often as men sinned, he would soon be out of thunderbolts.

By vulgarity I mean that vice of civilization which makes man ashamed of himself and his next of kin, and pretend to be somebody else.