We have a sense that we should be like the mythical cowboy... able to take on and conquer anything and live in the world without the need for other people.

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel.

The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.

You don't understand. You're not a wave. You're part of the ocean.

The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it.

The little things, I can obey. But the big things - how we think, what we value - those you must choose yourself. You can't let anyone - or any society - determine those for you.

Although you may be old or sick, it's not too late to take stock and ask yourself if you really are the person you want to be, and if not, who you do want to be.

In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive. And at the end of life, we need others to survive. But here's the secret, in between, we need others as well.

Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

It's not too late to develop new friendships or reconnect with people.

If you don’t have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don’t have much at all.

Act as if there is no chance of failure.

The truth was always the truth, but until I knew the truth for myself, I couldn't be free.

Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don’t pluck them!

The love of wine is a good man's failing.

Who knows what women can be when they are finally free to become themselves?

It's only our story that keeps us from knowing that we always have everything we need.

Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.

What small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be!

They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.

His dreams are like commercials.