We become what we look at most.

Most words evolved as a description of the outside world, hence their inadequacy to describe what is going on inside me.

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.

Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes and I am left the same. The more things change the more I am the same. I am what I started with, and when it is all over I will be all that is left of me.

A messy mortal is my friend. Come walk with me in the mud.

The components of happiness are quite simple. Happiness is gentleness, peace, concentration, simplicity, forgiveness, humor, fearlessness, trust, and now. In its true form each quality includes all the rest, for happiness is whole, and one feels whole when genuinely happy.

Don't fight a fact, deal with it.