Instead of clearing his own heart the zealot tries to clear the world.

What you have to do, you do with play. The universe is God’s play.

Following your bliss is not self-indulgent, but vital; your whole physical system knows that this is the way to be alive in this world and the way to give to the world the very best that you have to offer. There IS a track just waiting for each of us and once on it, doors will open that were not open before and would not open for anyone else.

The seizure of passionate love can be, in such a context, only illicit, breaking in upon the order of one's dutiful life in virtue as a devastating storm.

People forget facts, but they remember stories.

Love your enemies, for they determine who you are.

It's a shame to waste [the uniqueness that is you], by doing what someone else has done.