May you eat an unfamiliar dessert in a strange land at least once every three years.

The world is crazily in love with you, wildly and innocently in love. Even now, thousands of secret helpers are conspiring to turn you into the beautiful curiosity you were born to be.

HYPOTHESES: Evil is boring. Cynicism is idiotic. Fear is a bad habit. Despair is lazy. Joy is fascinating. Love is an act of heroic genius. Pleasure is our birthright. Receptivity is a superpower.

Can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?

We need radical curiosity and reverent pranks, voracious listening and ferocious thanks.

If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate."

In its wild state, the truth is fluid, slippery, vagrant, scrambled, promiscuous, kaleidoscopic, and beautiful.

All of us need to be in touch with a mysterious, tantalizing source of inspiration that teases our sense of wonder and goads us on to life’s next adventure.

Proclaim the only truth you can be totally sure of: "I don't know."

You're a star -- and so am I. I'm a genius -- and so are you. Your success encourages my brilliance, and my charisma enhances your power. Your victory doesn't require my defeat, and vice versa.

Not waiting for someone to give you what you can give yourself.

Your UNconscious mind has more power, influence and control over your thoughts, feelings, decisions, and choices, than your conscious mind.

I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career.

My neighbour asked if he could use my lawnmower and I told him of course he could, so long as he didn't take it out of my garden.

It is vital that people "count their blessings:" to appreciate what they possess without having to undergo its actual loss.

The sun doesn't lose its beauty when covered by the clouds. The same way your beauty doesn't fade when being covered by Hijab

The purpose of life is to love, not necessarily to be loved.

The answers I remember longest are the ones that answer questions that I didn't think of asking.

with the true convert, holiness is woven into all his powers, principles, and practice.

I don't wish to be a slave any longer to the stringent exigencies of literature.

An infinite God ought to be able to protect Himself, without going in partnership with State Legislatures.