Wealth is enjoying what we already have, not getting more of what we think will make us happy.

The news media are, for the most part, the bringers of bad news... and it's not entirely the media's fault, bad news gets higher ratings and sells more papers than good news.

If you want peace, stop fighting. If you want peace of mind, stop fighting with your thoughts.

Be willing to be uncomfortable. Be comfortable being uncomfortable. It may get tough, but it's a small price to pay for living a dream.

Our thoughts create our reality - where we put our focus is the direction we tend to go.

It is a risk to love. What if it doesn't work out? Ah, but what if it does.

To the degree we're not living our dreams, our comfort zone has more control of us than we have over ourselves.

The road to positivity is strewn with the abandoned vehicles of the faint-hearted.

When it comes time to teach, teach from your experience. Go out and do, learn from the doing, then teach from the knowing.

Definition of a victim: a person to whom life happens.

Comfort zones are most often expanded through discomfort.

I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

Mind sees world from various perspectives when body does long-distance running.

He doesn't know who I am.

I felt alone, my loneliness suffocated me, and I craved to scream, shout and kill me while seeing all this. However, self-hatred also occupied me.

So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it's fun in the end.

We weave together the many skeins of our words, Into poems and stories and books, And the books are made so much more vivacious and colourful, For all the care that is woven in along with the words.

...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

Not loving is but a long dying.