“Regrets are illuminations come too late.”

We’re not on our journey to save the world but to save ourselves. But in doing that you save the world. The influence of a vital person vitalizes.

We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure.

The best things cannot be told, the second best are misunderstood. After that comes civilized conversation; after that, mass indoctrination; after that, intercultural exchange.

The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.

The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure.

Survival is the second law of life. The first is that we are all one.

If you are on the right path you will find that invisible hands are helping.

A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder. Fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won.

Midlife is when you reach the top of the ladder and find that it was against the wrong wall.

You have to learn to recognize your own depth.

You’ve got to find the force inside you.

If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.

The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.

People forget facts, but they remember stories.

The quest for fire occurred not because anyone knew what the practical uses for fire would be, but because it was fascinating.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us…on the inside, looking out.

Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.

I notice increasing reluctance on the part of marketing executives to use judgment; they are coming to rely too much on research, and they use it as a drunkard uses a lamp post for support, rather than for illumination.

When the moonlight is kind enough to illuminate your darkness. How can you ever say you are lonely?

It doesn’t matter if a cave has been in darkness for 10,000 years or half an hour, once you light a match it is illuminated.

Be a bringer of the Light. For your light can do more than illuminate your own path, you can be the light which truly lights the world.

The touch of your pale skin illuminates my darkness.

My dad is Caucasian, and my mom is African American. I’m half black and half white. Being biracial paints a blurred line that is equal parts staggering and illuminating.