Who loves you most? Who loves you best? Who thinks of you when others rest?

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

I actually have a great deal of respect for antidepressants; I think they can be enormously mighty tools toward recovery.

All I could say was, "I don't know what to do." I remember her taking me by the shoulders and looking me in the eye with a calm smile and saying simply, "Tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth.

If you want to get to the castle, Groceries, you've got to swim the moat.

Learning how to discipline your speech is a way of preventing your energies from spilling out of you through the rupture of your mouth, exhausting you and filling the world with words, words, words instead of serenity, peace and bliss.

Clearing out all your misery gets you out of the way. You cease being an obstacle, not only to yourself but to anyone else. Only then are you free to serve and enjoy other people.