Refraining from false speech: speech from the heart. Undertake for one week not to gossip (positively or negatively) or speak about anyone you know who is not present with you (any third party).

The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.

The things that matter most in our lives are not fantastic or grand. They are the moments when we touch one another.

Most of us have spent our lives caught up in plans, expectations, ambitions for the future; in regrets, guilt or shame about the past. To come into the present is to stop the war.

We do not have to improve ourselves; we just have to let go of what blocks our heart.

Do not doubt your own basic goodness. In spite of all confusion and fear, you are born with a heart that knows what is just, loving, and beautiful.

In the end, just three things matter: How well we have lived How well we have loved How well we have learned to let go

Have respect for yourself, and patience and compassion. With these, you can handle anything.

Let go of the battle. Breathe quietly and let it be. Let your body relax and your heart soften. Open to whatever you experience without fighting.

The basic principle of spiritual life is that our problems become the very place to discover wisdom and love.

The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of

Behind each door we shake is a reality.

For some reason I only crave fruit when I'm in a tropical place - if it's really hot in the summer or if I go to a tropical island for work. But otherwise I really don't crave it.

Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man.

All I know is that young boys sleep late and hard.

nothing in life is more corroding than habit.

This is my home. Home is where the disease is. As long as I stay in America, I'll never run out of subjects for songs.

Actors think they're far more important than they are, and that can only lead to hurt. People with colossal self-importance have very far to fall.

Every time I drift away I lose myself in you. And now I see I can be me in every thing I do.

A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.