We are human less by virtue of our ideal goals than by the vice of our inferiority.

The comic spirit masquerades in all things we say and do. We are each a clown and do not need to put on a white face.

Just stop for a minute and you'll realize you're happy just being. I think it's the pursuit that screws up happiness. If we drop the pursuit, it's right here.

Depression opens the door to beauty of some kind.

The new age self-help phenomenon is pretty mushy, but it's also very American. Our history is filled with traveling preachers and quack medicine and searches for the soul. I don't see this as a new thing. I think the new age is part of a phenomenon that's been there all along.

Each person enters the world "called," like an oak tree, to fulfill their soul’s agenda.

The easy path of aging is to become a thick-skinned, unbudging curmudgeon, a battle-ax. To grow soft and sweet is the harder way.