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.

Perfectionism is slow death.

Our job this day is to become part of the answer to the world's immense and protracted suffering rather than continuing our ancient task of being part of the difficulty.

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

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.

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.

A whole mind cannot create chaos. A conflicted mind can create nothing else.