Life is like a wrestling match- we struggle to fight but we never know that the only side that wins is the one with great love in it.

When you look at it that way, you can see how absurd it is that we individualize ourselves with our fences and hoarded possessions.

And, in addition to all the miseries, the young are not wise. They have very little understanding about life. Who wants to live every day when you don't know what's going on? When people are manipulating you, telling you to buy this perfume and you'll be beautiful, or this pair of jeans and you'll be sexy-and you believe them! It's such nonsense.

You don't understand. You're not a wave. You're part of the ocean.

Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did we would do things differently. Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, "Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

When you learn to die, you learn to live.

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?