There are no holy places and no holy people, only holy moments, only moments of wisdom.

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.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

Long time ago I had this thing called hope, but like I said it was long ago

Roger Corman exploited all of the young people who worked for him, but he really gave you responsibility and opportunity. So it was kind of a fair deal.

Being prime minister isn't the only job in life! As far as I'm concerned, I could live in a village and be satisfied.

I don't think that because you are a perfectionist that that makes you necessarily automatically unlikable.

Kaz's wilder work captures the great beauty of the human heart and the natural world.

Three may keep counsel, if two be away.

Less isn't more; just enough is more.

The Earth is like one of those balls made of twelve pieces of skin.

Am I keeping my promises?