You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it, however.

I think the source of our sorrow and the source of our joy are intimately entwined. Our sorrow is that we have forgotten who we are, we have forgotten we are one with that source of all life - absolutely indestructible, perfect, joyful. The source of our joy is when we remember that.

Anything we need to know, we can learn it from a book. Reading, careful study, a little practice, and we’re throwing knives expertly, overhauling engines, speaking Esperanto like natives.

Live enough of what you've always dreamed of doing, and there's no room left for feeling bad.

When one individual writer sings her song of beauty, she changes the lives of a million others.

You seek problems because you need their gifts.

Navigate by the same star, unwilling to change, and you find yourself not only off-course but lost.