Accumulating years in the act of living is no guarantee of maturity. In fact, it is possible to be born, grow old and die without ever maturing.

Our limbic system sets the mind's emotional tone and stores our highly charged emotional memories.

Only when we stop holding others accountable for all of our troubles can we truly be free.

All the wisdom in the world cannot put in one's heart the love one yearned for as a small child.

Shame is quicksand on the path to soul.

Suffering is to the heart and soul as tears are to the eyes, cleansing and expelling toxicity from the inner system. When we do not allow ourselves to feel appropriate pain, we move into a sort of non-experience. We watch life rather than live it; we look but never get too close.

We live in a culture that paces itself to the speed of machines. We are trying like good little robots to match our speed with theirs. Humans cannot move at the same rate as machines. When we attempt to, we lose contact with our own humanness.