This is something called "walking meditation." The goal is to learn to be aware of each and every movement and feeling. I know it seems ridiculous, but it does change the way you experience walking.

You can't stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.

It is indeed a radical act of love just to sit down and be quiet for a time by yourself.

Mindfulness means paying attention in a particular way: on purpose, in the present moment, and non-judgmentally.

The little things? The little moments? They aren't little.

Patience is a form of wisdom. It demonstrates that we understand and accept the fact that sometimes things must unfold in their own time.

Meditation is the only intentional, systematic human activity which at bottom is about not trying to improve yourself or get anywhere else, but simply to realize where you already are.

If we are honest with ourselves, most of us will have to admit that we live out our lives in an ocean of fear.

Just watch this moment, without trying to change it at all. What is happening? What do you feel? What do you see? What do you hear?

All the suffering, stress, and addiction comes from not realizing you already are what you are looking for.

We take care of the future best by taking care of the present now.

No one can sum up all God is able to accomplish through one solitary life, wholly yielded, adjusted, and obedient to Him.

I like to stay home a lot. I like to do other things, too, like decorate.

The anxiety of not knowing what my next gig is keeps me hungry.

Our Masonic friends have it down very fine. I do not know where they got it so well. I have often wondered where they found out so many of the secrets of our High and Accepted Order of Masonry.

I thrive most when I have to juggle things.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.

All my friends are artists, so I am used to collective agony as a mode.

It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.

One truth discovered is immortal, and entitles its author to be so; for, like a new substance in nature, it cannot be destroyed.