The ego, as a collection of our past experiences, is continually offering miserable lines of thought. It's as if there were a stream with little fish swimming by, and when we hook one of them there is a judgment. The ego is constantly judging everybody and everything. It has its constant little chit chat about things that can happen in the future, things about the past, too, and these are the little fish that swim by. And what we learn to do-this is why it takes work-is to not reach out and grab a fish.

Next time I will ..." "From now on I will ..." - What makes me think I am wiser today than I will be tomorrow?

We feel understood by people who like us; misunderstood by people who don't -- and those feelings are probably realistic.

Whenever I find myself arguing for something with great passion, I can be certain I'm not convinced.

If a man takes off his sunglasses I can hear him better.

Some people will like me and some won't. So I might as well be myself, and then at least I'll know that the people who like me, like me.

I can't be found in myself; I discover myself in others. That much is clear. And I suspect that I also love and care for myself in others.