On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

Where did it all begin? These are simple questions, but just as the humid summer air that can be felt but not touched, the answers are elusive.

Wisdom is knowledge which has become a part of one's being.

I regard this novel as a work without redeeming social value, unless it can be recycled as a cardboard box.

I think storytelling is storytelling. It doesn't matter what format it's shot on.

The only good thing you ever said was goodbye.

I never wanted to be an actor as a kid. I wanted to play hockey, like every other kid in Canada. I had a pretty good shot at it until I was 15 and badly injured myself.

Television came looking for me; it was never a plan to become a presenter.

Through Mary, we come to her Son more easily.

I'm not interested in thinking up the name of a band and a logo and all that. Been there, done that, sold a million T-shirts.

Norman Mailer decocts matters of the first philosophical magnitude from an examination of his own ordure, and I am not talking about his books.