The ocean does not require that the waves are still to be more ocean-like.

Don't remind the world that it is sick and troubled. Remind it that it is beautiful and free.

No thought has any power. You have power. And when you identify and believe in the thought you give power to the thought.

At the end of the day, you can have something in your head, something in your hand, or something in your heart. What are you choosing?

All the ups and downs are grace in different wrappings, sent to refine consciousness. Say thanks to them all.

Who reminds you to breathe and to beat your heart? Something is there, taking care.

The greatest healing would be to wake up from what we are not.

You need nothing to be happy - you need something to be sad.

If you seek approval from others in this world, you will not know happiness.

If you do not trust life to unfold, the mind takes over and it becomes a game of strategy, motivated by anxiety. This mistrust is unfair. Life has given us so much, and yet we do not trust it.

If I could give you only one advice, I would say: Don't identify with anything. Be completely empty - no one. Be no-body and see if you lose anything but delusion.

An odd thing about beauty, however, is that it's absence tends not to arouse our sympathy as much as other forms of privation do.

The gospel of Truth is holy word of God.

Success is the sweetest thing to taste, the bitterest thing to lose, and the hardest thing to earn.

We can have technology, prosperity, nice homes and cars, but at the same time we must be conscious of what we are dumping into the water, the air and our food.

In the well-ordered home we may experience a taste of heaven.

I mean people up here aren't stupid, I'm lower gene pool and I kind of sit in amazement at watching some of them because they are pretty damn smart.

The graceful ivy, clasping the oak that supported it, would form a whole in which strength and beauty would be equally conspicuous.

Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy

What succeeds we keep, and it becomes the habit of mankind.

So the days pass, and I ask myself whether one is not hypnotized, as a child by a silver globe, by life, and whether this is living.