You can know whatever it is that you need to know about anyone or anything or at any time, past or present, as long as you love them unconditionally.

As we open our hearts, what we notice is that information starts opening up for us in an unfolding process, as if life were being revealed layer by layer.

A simple way to access compassion is to see with the eye of your heart.

The process of fostering the growth of another living being—either plant or human—is a delight for the soul.

I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE OR RECEIVE EXCEPT UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.NOTHING COMES IN AND NOTHING GOES OUT EXCEPT UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

Unconditional love in any form is the greatest gift life can ever give you.

The truth is you can learn to love unconditionally and, in the process, open up your own intuition to heights you may never before have deemed imaginable.

When we allow ourselves to experience unconditional love in our lives, what we are able to know, see, feel, hear, and access is actually unlimited, unbounded by time.

There is a field of unconditional love that surrounds all of us.

Take all mistakes for love, because there actually are no mistakes.

We breathe in, we breathe out. We inhale and exhale the same molecules. We are natural recyclers of the same energy, whether or not we realize it.

The death of one is a tragedy, but death of a million is just a statistic.

Simply switching to a healthy, plant-based diet can lessen stroke risk by reducing cholesterol and blood pressure, flooding your body with antioxidants and improving blood flow.

I don't work under the illusion that I'm the next whatever. Every time a record comes out, if it gets a good review, I'm like, "Well, one more year, guys. We bought ourselves another year".

If I had, say, a tall, amateur male lead living on the campus of a rural college (Six Years), the next book might feature a short, cop who lives in the heart of Manhattan (Missing You).

Without followers, evil cannot spread.

There is a point, and it is reached more easily than is supposed, where interference with freedom of the arts and literature becomes an attack on the life of society.

Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?

I'm young, and I'm fortunate to be in good health, although I do get tired. Sometimes my wife refers to me as Mr. Excitement because of the number of naps it takes to keep this going.

No one cares to speak to an unwilling listener. An arrow never lodges in a stone: often it recoils upon the shooter of it.

Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap.