“The most exquisite paradox, as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can’t have it. The minute you don’t want power, you’ll have more than you ever dreamed possible.”

I see my life as an unfolding set of opportunities to awaken.

I’m not interested in being a lover. I’m interested in only being love.

We’re being trained through our incarnations–trained to seek love, trained to seek light, trained to see the grace in suffering.

Our rational minds can never understand what has happened, but our hearts, if we can keep them open to God, will find their own intuitive way.

It’s very different because the Indians live as if they are their souls and Americans live as if they are their egos.

Compassion refers to the arising in the heart of the desire to relieve the suffering of all beings.

If you observe well, your own heart will answer.

Healing does not mean going back to the way things were before, but rather allowing what is now to move us closer to God.

The Ego is an exquisite instrument. Enjoy it, use it-just don’t get lost in it.

When the heart is open, it’s easier for the mind to be turned toward God.

Relationships only work in a spiritual sense when you and I really see that we are one.

It’s only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

When your center is firm, when your faith is strong and unwavering, then it will not matter what company you keep.

Inspiration is God making contact with itself.

We’re all just walking each other home.

As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can’t see how it is.

Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true? Or is it something worse?

There are goals that I have, and then I dream of it, and then I make it a reality. If I could crawl out of my skin and see it, it would be really amazing.

In the dream world of Matisse and the gritty reality of American frontier, the diversity of women in our society offers the chance for greater exploration and even greater inspiration.

God sleeps in the rock, dreams in the plant, stirs in the animal, and awakens in man.

Please don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.

My great grandfather, like many, came to this country in search of the American Dream.

Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

I think anyone can do anything they dream of if they put their mind to it and put in the work.