Be Yourself. Life is precious as it is. All the elements for your happiness are already here. There is no need to run, strive, search, or struggle. Just Be.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Silence is essential. We need silence just as much as we need air, just as much as plants need light. If our minds are crowded with words and thoughts, there is no space for us.

Around us, life bursts with miracles, a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

It is not impermanence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permanent when they are not.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Thanks to impermanence, everything is possible.

The quality of our life depends on the quality of the seeds that lie deep in our consciousness.

Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment I know this is the only moment.

It pays to be prepared.

The heart resolves this matter in a trice, "Men only feel the smart, but not the vice.

I worked in restaurants the first half of my life.

You can't think of everything in life your horse might encounter that might make him afraid so you'd better prepare em for it in other ways.

Too many people go through life without pausing to enjoy what they have.

Humble prayer to our Heavenly Father, in deep faith in Jesus Christ, is essential to qualify us for the companionship of the Holy Ghost.

When decisions on nuclear power stations and runways are delayed and the government dilly-dallies, people think they aren't important.

It is the great beauty of true religion that it shall be universal, and a departure in any instance from universality is a corruption of religion itself.

Some of our earliest writing, in cuneiform, was about who owes what.

Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow The drummer relaxes and waits between shows For his cinnamon girl.