Self-pity is the campsite of self-defeat; it is a dark refuge for those parts of us that would rather wallow in what cannot be than dare to explore what is possible.

Real prayer, the soul-transformi ng kind, is self-discontinu ity. It is a conscious act of self-suspension arising from the wish for something new to occur.

Nothing glows brighter than the heart awakened to the unseen light of love that lives within it.

Make it your moment-to-moment aim to recognize the difference between being aware of your thoughts, and being carried along by them.

Being fully present is the best guarantee for a bright future.

The secret self knows the anguish of our attachments and assures us that letting go of what we think we must have to be happy is the same as letting go of our unhappiness.

If we only knew how many times our seemingly clever comment cut straight into the heart of the person with whom we have just spoken, it is we who would bleed.