Love is so exquisitely elusive. It cannot be bought, cannot be badgered, cannot be hijacked. It is available only in one rare form: as the natural response of a healthy mind and healthy heart.

A mind that is fast is sick. A mind that is slow is sound. A mind that is still is divine.

A calm mind releases the most precious capacity a human being can have: the capacity to turn anger into compassion, fear into fearlessness, and hatred into love.

Meditation is warm-up exercise for the mind, so that you can jog through the rest of the day without getting agitated or spraining your patience.

When someone at peace and free from hurry enters a room, that person has a calming effect on everyone present.

Patience can't be acquired overnight. It is just like building up a muscle. Every day you need to work on it.

Nothing really worth having comes quickly and easily. If it did, I doubt that we would ever grow.

Through meditation and by giving full attention to one thing at a time, we can learn to direct attention where we choose.

When we go slower, we are more patient and when we are more patient we have a choice in how we respond.

When we meditate every morning we are putting on armor for the day's battle against our own impatience, inadequacy, resentment, and hostility.

The real essentials of life - compassion, kindness, good will, forgiveness - are what is fundamental to living as a true human being.

The world is awful but also the world is beautiful. Human beings are awful, but ultimately human beings are tremendous.

Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.

All men are created equal. Now matter how hard they try, they can never erase those words. That is what America is about.

I had done a lot of rock 'n' roll photography when I was in college. I was one of many photographers who worked for The Doors, Jefferson Airplane, and all of these rock 'n' roll bands.

When I first met the world, basically, or introduced myself to people, I was in 'Superbad,' and I feel the same way I felt promoting 'Superbad' in an underdog style that I feel promoting 'Moneyball.'

Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men.

When she needed help most, she was abandoned--and only when she offered help to others was she beloved.

Most men when they make up their faces, the makeup stands forward, and their faces are behind.

Modern dancing is old fashioned.

I feel sometimes an American artist must feel, like a baseball player or something - a member of a team writing American history.