You are learning too much, remembering too much, trying to hard relax a little bit, give life a chance to flow its own way, unassisted by your mind and effort. Stop directing the river's flow!

Don't remind the world that it is sick and troubled. Remind it that it is beautiful and free.

No thought has any power. You have power. And when you identify and believe in the thought you give power to the thought.

At the end of the day, you can have something in your head, something in your hand, or something in your heart. What are you choosing?

All the ups and downs are grace in different wrappings, sent to refine consciousness. Say thanks to them all.

Who reminds you to breathe and to beat your heart? Something is there, taking care.

The greatest healing would be to wake up from what we are not.

You need nothing to be happy - you need something to be sad.

If you seek approval from others in this world, you will not know happiness.

If you do not trust life to unfold, the mind takes over and it becomes a game of strategy, motivated by anxiety. This mistrust is unfair. Life has given us so much, and yet we do not trust it.

If I could give you only one advice, I would say: Don't identify with anything. Be completely empty - no one. Be no-body and see if you lose anything but delusion.

Our hearts have already been broken. Maybe I can help to heal hers, even if it means ripping mine to shreds when she leaves and I have to say good-bye.

Honest statesmanship is the wise employment of individual meannesses for the public good.

Every nation whose affairs betray a want of wisdom and stability may calculate on every loss which can be sustained from the more systematic policy of its wiser neighbors.

one doesn't interrupt a beautiful girl unless one is going to be funny.

Neither when we have chosen our way can we keep company with those who go the other way. There must come with the decision for truth a corresponding protest against error.

The greatest part of our faults are more excusable than the methods that are commonly taken to conceal them.

For me, hair is an accoutrement. Hair is jewelry. It's an accessory.

Mathematical proofs, like diamonds, are hard and clear, and will be touched with nothing but strict reasoning.

I see nothing but a world of ruins, where a kind of front line is possible only in the catacombs.

I'm too obsessed that the people who say critical things about me are right, even though I'm getting to do something I love.