“Love is the goal, life is the journey.”

Commit as many mistakes as possible, remembering only one thing: don’t commit the same mistake again. And you will be growing.

Why limit yourself to small things? When the whole is available.

Drop the idea of becoming someone, because you are already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved. You have only to come to it, to know it, to realize it.

The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots.

Love in its purest form is a sharing of joy. It asks nothing in return, it expects nothing. Love is a spiritual phenomenon; lust is physical. Ego is psychological; love is spiritual.

Crowds create illusions.

Yes, I would like you to love yourself, because unless you love yourself you cannot love anybody else. You don’t know what love is if you have not loved yourself.

The tongue never slips – remember this always. What goes on within the mind comes invariably on the tongue.

Whatever you feel, you become. It is your responsibility.

Sex has become more and more attractive because of its condemnation by priests.

Love is wild; its whole beauty is in its wildness. It comes like a breeze with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert there is a garden full of flowers.

You need power only to do something harmful.otherwise love is enough,compassion is enough.

Be – don’t try to become.

No thought, no mind, no choice – just being silent, rooted in yourself.

Lovers never surrender to each other, lovers simply surrender to love.

Many people have come and left, and it has been always good because they emptied some space for better people.

Hustling is putting every minute and all your effort into achieving the goal at hand.

You can draw a path for your life and have all of your goals set. You can change yourself as much as possible and change things around you just to reach those goals.

Never underestimate the power of fate. It can knock down the highest of goals that seem guaranteed in your life.

Hurry to your goal together. That is full bliss when man and woman lie equally conquered.

One of the goals of education should be to teach that life is precious.

I have a habit of seeing through the cloak that they wear to hide what truly resides in their soul. I have a habit of tearing out skeletons from the blackest of closets; although it’s never the goal. I have a habit of forcing others to look in the mirror, at the darkest parts of their soul. And I no longer want to play the role.

Amidst all the clutter, beyond all the obstacles, aside from all the static, are the goals set. Put your head down, do the best job possible, let the flak pass, and work towards those goals.

I really want to be the black Mr. Rogers – that’s my goal. I would do everything the same but with a hip-hop feel to it.