These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. There were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is no substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. I can tell you as I'm sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have.

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.

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

Dying is only one thing to be sad over... Living unhappily is something else.

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

There is no formula to relationships. They have to be negotiated in loving ways, with room for both parties, what they want and what they need, what they can do and what their life is like. In business, people negotiate to win. They negotiate to get what they want. Maybe you’re too used to that. Love is different. Love is when you are as concerned about someone else’s situation as you are about your own.

We're involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going.