Obsessing on evil is boring. Rousing fear is a hackneyed shtick. Wallowing is despair is a bad habit. Indulging in cynicism is akin to committing a copycat crime.

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.

There is only one true wealth in all the universe--living time.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

I always tell people that our sports aren't that dangerous.

The critics and the reviewers are more frightening than anything else!

Though a lie be well drest, it is ever overcome. [Though a lie be well dressed, it is ever overcome.]

A great classic means a man whom one can praise without having read.

Of all the tyrants the world affords, our own affections are the fiercest lords.

Nothing enduring can be built on violence.

Something inside of me just said 'Hey, wait a minute, I want to beat him,' and I just took off.

When you say 'I love you', you are not just saying it to that person. You are saying 'I love you' to yourself, the planet & The Universe.