My life is a contribution.

Fear has only two causes: the thought of losing what you have or the thought of not getting what you want.

The opening to reality, as it really is, is beauty.

Who would you be without the thought that happiness depends on someone else?

Who I believed myself to be was a hopeless case. I would wake up in the mornings and notice I was still alive and breathing and hate God, hate myself, hate life, and contemplate ways of killing myself.

An uncomfortable feeling is not an enemy. It's a gift that says, "Get honest; inquire." We reach out for alcohol, or television, or credit cards, so we can focus out there and not have to look at the feeling. And that's as it should be, because in our innocence we haven't known how. So now what we can do is reach out for a paper and a pencil, write thought down, and investigate.

I came to see that there was nothing to forgive, that I was the one who caused my own problems.