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

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.

Emptiness is the pregnant void out of which all creation springs. But many of us fear emptiness. We prefer to remain...surrounded by things...we imagine are subject to our control.

Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly. It is the one thing we are interested in here.

Clearly prize money received more serious attention than scurvy or signals.

Acting is like going to the gym. You have to keep yourself in shape and concentrate on your core.

There are no honest poems about dead women.

He would make a lovely corpse.

Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.

There is no such thing in life as no pain and no disappointment.

I took a job in a comedy club - not doing stand-up comedy, because that's my idea of hell, but in the office - and I went traveling.

Oh yeah, this was so comforting. Like a porcupine in a condom factory.’ (Danger)

There is a mythic view of the South that's symbolized by the film "Gone With The Wind" that looks back fondly at slavery as a time when everything was happily in place - in place for whites.