Buddhist practice is the grounding for this work, this life, this way.

Many of us think that compassion drains us, but I promise you it is something that truly enlivens us.

May I see my own limits with compassion, just as I view the limits of others.

Compassion may be defined as the capacity to be attentive to the experience of others, to wish the best for others, and to sense what will truly serve others.

Compassionate action emerges from the sense of openness, connectedness, and discernment you have created.

Don't ever think compassion is weak. Compassion is about strength.

In being with dying, we arrive at a natural crucible of what it means to love and be loved. And we can ask ourselves this: Knowing that death is inevitable, what is most precious today?

We live in a time when science is validating what humans have known throughout the ages: that compassion is not a luxury; it is a necessity for our well-being, resilience, and survival.

Catastrophe is the essence of the spiritual path, a series of breakdowns allowing us to discover the threads that weave all of life into a whole cloth.

We believe that it takes a strong back and a soft front to face the world.

All beings, including each one of us, enemy and friend alike, exist in patterns of mutuality, interconnectedness, co-responsibility and ultimately in unity.

My life is a performance for which I was never given any chance to rehearse.

I'm laughing at you, you're laughing at me.

I'm trying to go through the whole process of high school to college to work.

To all that he touched he gave a new meaning, a new color, a new outline, a new loveliness, and a new poignancy.

There's more to boxing than hitting. There's not getting hit, for instance.

There's potential for it being soon. The reality is that there are only 'X' positions available, so it's a matter of luck or timing. They are people positions, and Kim is incredibly qualified.

If the regulars are to be put together, I believe they would prefer me to the other Cavalry Commanders.

I put everything I can into the mulberry of my mind and hope that it is going to ferment and make a decent wine. How that process happens, I'm sorry to tell you I can't describe.

I sometimes wonder if our memories are a myth. We think we remember, but we are remembering the story and not the actual event?

Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to. This is something that I've struggled with my whole life long.