Being content with what you have already is an art form that leads to a peace that can’t be replaced by anything else.

Don't be afraid. Don't be daunted. Just do your job. Continue to show up for your piece of it, whatever that might be.

Even in the worst tragedies and crisis, there’s no reason to add to everyone’s misery by looking miserable yourself.

The problem, simply put, is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice.

Look - I understand that an unexamined life is not worth living, but do you think I could someday have an unexamined lunch?

Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. ... It is a resurrection engine. A single clump of mosses can lie dormant and dry for forty years at a stretch, and then vault back again into life with a mere soaking of water.

To show a longing for anything that one cannot have, for instance, is not a clever position.