The only thing you fear is the unreality that you yourself have invented.

My mother became a believer, and then I became a believer. But when I was 43 years old, I began to think for myself, somehow, by fluke and by grace. And I thought, "Oh, my. I was so mistaken." The world isn't what I believed it to be. I am not what I believed me to be, and neither is anyone.

Even breathing is a contribution.

Never be fooled into believing that there is one speck out of order.

No one can give you freedom but you.

If you're yelling within you that they shouldn't yell at you, that is where the pain begins, not with their yelling at you.

Love is who we are without our stories.