Lack of understanding is always painful.

Life is simple. Everything happens for you, not to you. Everything happens at exactly the right moment, neither too soon nor too late. You don't have to like it... it's just easier if you do.

Spare yourself from seeking love, approval, or appreciation-from anyone. And watch what happens in reality, just for fun.

Our job is unconditional love. The job of everyone else in our life is to push our buttons.

Stress is an alarm clock that lets you know you're attached to something not true for you.

Peace doesn't require two people; it requires only one. It has to be you. The problem begins and ends there.

Fear has only two causes: the thought of losing what you have or the thought of not getting what you want.

Pay close attention to the particular thoughts you use to deprive yourself of happiness.

If you want real control, drop the illusion of control; let life have you. It does anyway. You’re just telling yourself the story of how it doesn’t.

It's not your job to like me - it's mine

It's not the problem that causes our suffering; it's our thinking about the problem.

If freedom, democracy, and the rights of man are to be preserved through the ages, free men and women must accept the responsibilities that go with their freedoms.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.

Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.

Americans tended to think of war as something that had to be done from time to time, for a particular purpose or goal. They fought not for the sake of fighting but for the sake of winning.

I like the cuts - they comfort me - I can't lie.

If they had Nautilus on the Concorde, I would work out all the time.

I don't think crucifixion is the answer. I believe in the resurrection. I like that part of the story.

To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.

The wise know too well their weakness to assume infallibility; and he who knows most knows best how little he knows.

Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.