Aging has its own beauty. It is a beautiful stage for doing inner work. You have a chance to not be so dependent on social approval. You can be a little more eccentric. You can be more alone. And you can examine loneliness and boredom instead of being afraid of them. There is such an art and a possibility of aging.

I experience each moment like baklava: rich in this layer, and this layer, and this layer.

When you get old, everything changes - your body changes, your family changes. You can't do what you've always done, anymore. And, either you can complain about things changing - or you can be content. Instead of complaining, you can say: "Oh, yesss! Look at all this change!" You can welcome it.

I think the game is to bear the unbearable with a giggle. With your heart breaking. And then do what you do.

Birth, death, and suffering all bring us to the very edge of what our minds can understand.

I would like my life to be a statement of love and compassion--and where it isn't, that's where my work lies.

If you want to see how enlightened you are, go spend a week with your family.