When you first awaken or before drifting off to sleep, quiet your mind, lift up your heart, muse, mull over, make discoveries. Consider, conceive, create, connect, concede that it all starts within.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Real life isn't always going to be perfect or go our way, but the recurring acknowledgement of what is working in our lives can help us not only to survive but surmount our difficulties.

One of the most important milestones we'll all hit along the way is the moment when we finally own our unique point of view and realize how priceless it is.

Our deepest wishes are whispers of our authentic selves. We must learn to respect them. We must learn to listen.

Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.

Life is not made up of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years, but of moments. You must experience each one before you can appreciate it.

Grace is available for each of us every day - our spiritual daily bread - but we've got to remember to ask for it with a grateful heart and not worry about whether there will be enough for tomorrow.

Every time we remember to say "thank you", we experience nothing less than heaven on earth.

Learning to live in the present moment is part of the path of joy.

nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.

Well, I love clothes.

The beautiful thing about poker is that everybody thinks they can play.

There probably aren't a lot of actors my age who tap dance.

Never use tricky or irrelevant headlines… People read too fast to figure out what you are trying to say.

Conversation in real life is full of half-finished sentences and overlapping talk. Why shouldn't painting be too?

Every book is three books, after all; the one the writer intended, the one the reader expected, and the one that casts its shadow when the first two meet by moonlight.

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.

I don't think of myself all the time.

Only a fool worries over what he can’t control.