What we love and what captures our curiosity draws us forward into some place of great destiny.

When we come close to those things that break us down, we touch those things that also break us open. And in that breaking open, we uncover our true nature.

If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath— our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack, our accidents create Sabbath for us.

To pray is no small thing. It is nothing less than a sacred pilgrimage into the heart of the whole world.

What if the healing of the world utterly depends on the ten-thousand invisible kindnesses we offer simply and quietly throughout the pilgrimage of each human life?

For thousands of years we have gathered in circle--around fires, around bodies, around altars--because we can't do this alone.

Gratitude invites a sense of sufficiency.

Our lives are made of these moments. Simple words and actions, taken together, weave a single day, and our days become our life. Every gesture is a seed, and the seed determines the harvest.

The last place we tend to look for healing is within ourselves.

What we choose to love is very important for what we love leads our eyes, ears, and hearts on a pilgrimage that shapes the texture of our lives.

When we do what we love, again and again, our life comes to hold the fragrance of that thing.

A woman is not property, and husbands who think otherwise are living in a dreamworld.

You Change, the things WHEN YOU let your thoughts be like the mind of Christ.

Lord of the far horizons, Give us the eyes to see Over the verge of the sundown The beauty that is to be.

I am holed up in a small village where I am doing my own work and it feels great. I have a small gallery and not many people find me, but I am happy being left alone and doing what I love.

I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

I like the big ups. I'm into the big ups.

Compared to the NBA, the ABA was FABULOUS.

If an illusion makes a man happy, destroy that illusion! Because happiness must come via the truth!

It's Sanjit. It's a Hindu name. It means 'invincible.'" "That's great," Lana said. "Invincible. I can't be vinced." "That's not even a word," Lana said. "Go ahead: try to vince me," Sanjit said.

The opportunity is not in being momentarily popular with the anonymous masses. It's in being missed when you're gone, in doing work that matters to the tribe you choose.