“We pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, have a good laugh about human nature, and get on with our journeys.”

I could characterize nearly any spiritual practice as simply this: identify and quit, identify and quit, identify and quit. Identify the myriad forms of limitation and delusion we place upon ourselves, and muster the courage to quit each one.

The cause of all our personal problems and nearly all the problems of the world can be summed up in a single sentence.

The gap between our sincere values and our actual behavior is the source of all self-hatred.

Like a child standing in a beautiful park with his eyes shut tight, there’s no need to imagine trees, flowers, deer, birds, and sky.

Until we reflect basic kindness in everything we do, our political gestures will be fleeting and fragile.

This is the first step toward understanding the process of real, lasting change: simply knowing with certainty that you can do whatever you need to do.

Without loving and caring for others, most of us stand little chance of communing with God/the Divine Wisdom, no matter how many years we may spend in silent prayer.

Little by little deep inside us, the diamond shines, the eyes open, the dawn rises, we become what we already are.

Simple kindness may be the most vital key to the riddle of how human beings can live with each other in peace…and care properly for this planet we all share.

Little by little, deep inside us, the diamond shines, the eyes open, the dawn rises, we become what we already are.

We’re all doing time. As soon as we get born, we find ourselves assigned to one little body, one set of desires and fears, one family, city, state, country, and planet.

You may study with the highest teachers, but you will find no one but yourself teaching you. You may travel the world over, yet find nothing but yourself, reflected the world over.

So if you now find yourself in a cell, take heart that of all the teachers in the world, out of all the places in the world, you still have with you the only ultimate ingredient of your journey: yourself.

I’ve been musically inclined since I picked up an instrument in the fourth grade. I just really appreciate music.

The Hulk, Detective Comics, Action Comics, you name it. Seeing those old books got me interested in new comics, so my friends and I would hit the local comic shop every Saturday to pick up the cool titles of my generation.

I’ve played for the Miami Heat my whole career under Pat Riley. Mr. GQ himself. So when I pick out my outfits before a game, I’m already feeling confident. And some of that swagger stays with me when I take the court.

You either have to be great or you have to be bad to get a good pick.

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

I was the second-best player in high school. I was the second pick in the draft.

An excuse which, if carried to its legitimate conclusion, would leave our business men weeping on one another’s shoulders over human frailty, while they picked one another’s pockets.

I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.