Love, the magician, knows this little trick whereby two people walk in different directions yet always remain side by side.

I live now and only now, and I will do what I want to do this moment and not what I decided was best for me yesterday.

When we persist in looking for and finding what there is to value within our self, we discover a pure and loving being.

Love itself is not an act of will, but sometimes I need the force of my volition to break with my habitual responses and pass along the love already here.

Unless I accept my faults, I will most certainly doubt my virtues.

It's not that "today is the first day of the rest of my life," but that now is all there is of my life.

Fears, indecision, and frustration feed on words. Without words they usually stop. . . . Words are at times good for looking back, but they are confining when I need to act in the present.