You are the Universe expressing itself as a human for a little while.

The past has no power over the present moment.

The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but your thoughts about it.

When you become comfortable with uncertainty, infinite possibilities open up in your life.

When you complain, you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation, change the situation or accept it, all else is madness.

Stop looking outside for scraps of pleasure or fulfillment, for validation, security, or love - you have a treasure within that is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer.

When you live in complete acceptance of what is, that is the end of all drama in your life.

In today's rush we all think too much, seek too much, want too much and forget about the joy of just Being.

Observe your thoughts, don't believe them.

Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.

You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

Look at your eyes. You've got bigger bags than Louis Vuitton.

Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn't learning enough.

The ego camouflages itself like a fox born and raised in a hen house. Its only worry is that you fail to notice its presence every so often and start acting without fear

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards.

It is usually the case with most men that their nature is so constituted that they pity those who fare badly and envy those who fare well.

The difference between PR and social media is that PR is about positioning, and social media is about becoming, being and improving.

For the bliss of the deep abode is not lightly abandoned in favor of the self-scattering of the wakened state.

An undevout poet is an impossibility.