It is the cry of the separate self, ‘What about me?’ As long as we keep acting from that place, it doesn’t matter who wins the war against (what they see as) evil. The world will not deviate from its death-spiral.

We are not just a skin-encapsulated ego, a soul encased in flesh. We are each other and we are the world.

Community is woven from gifts, which is ultimately why poor people often have stronger communities than rich people. If you are financially independent, then you really don't depend on your neighbors for anything. You can just pay someone to do it.

We need way more intimacy than nearly anyone considers normal. Always hungry for it, we seek solace and sustenance in the closest available substitutes: television, shopping, pornography, conspicuous consumption - anything to ease the hurt, to feel connected, or to project an image by which we might be seen and known, or at least see and know ourselves.

We have to believe in a more beautiful world in order to serve it.

When both sides of a controversy revel in the defeat and humiliation of the other side, in fact they are on the same side: the side of war.

Even the most thorough change happens once choice at a time