Love is the only path to anything worth doing, creating or pursuing.

Finding oneself and one's path is like waking up on a foggy day. Be patient, and presently the fog will clear and that which has always been there can be seen. The path is already there to follow

Wisdom is merely the movement from fighting life to embracing it.

Odd how we focus on studying wars at at school to form our 'education'. No wonder we know so little about making and forging peace as adults.

In life, one has a choice to take one of two paths: to wait for some special day-or to celebrate each special day.

Take a walk outside - it will serve you far more than pacing around in your mind.

It's not the world that needs to change - it's our consciousness we must raise

Know your magic, trust your magic, use your magic and know that you are a manifestation of life's magic.

Some strive to make themselves great. Others help others see and find their own greatness. It's the latter who really enrich the world we live in

It's not the depth of your intellect that will comfort you or transform your world. Only the richness of your heart and your generosity of spirit can do that

The best way to get something good out of what you're doing is to put something good into it.

That’s writing for you: when you make space for passion, it doesn’t turn up.

Being Happy is important, not the reason.

The glory of the age is beauty of grayhair.

I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.

With enough eyes, all bugs are shallow.

Nature does not care what we call it, she just keeps on doing it.

If I hear ‘Karma Chameleon’ one more time, I swear I’m going to find Boy George and make him eat Jesse’s record. What does red, gold, and green have to do with anything anyway? (Gloria)

Write down what you feel guilty about. Now, with the biggest, reddest marker you can find, cross it out-delete it.

I've never been in this business for the recognition or the awards. I just want to do good work, grab a decent paycheck, and move onto the next job.

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.