If any of those times you rushed around madly - trying to get somewhere faster - had ever made any real difference in the quality of your life... don't you think you'd be able to slow down by now?

The more time we spend considering the shortcomings of others, the smaller a person we become.

Being anxious, or in a painful rush of any kind, kills the possibility of meeting anyone with compassion

Until you can love what the truth would teach you about yourself... then your love is incomplete.

Most people would rather complain about some painful life pattern than dare to meet the level of their own consciousness responsible for its repeated appearance... and therein do the work needed to change it once and for all.

No condition outside ourselves can create a rut or trap us in it. It's impossible.

From the movie, The Boy Who Could Fly Somewhere, deep inside, we can all fly.