To the extent that we honor all aspects of ourselves, we remove revulsion, self-hate, horror, and terror from our lives. As whole human beings we are the creatures of the greatest complexity on this planet. Respect for this complexity includes our insisting on acceptance of the inconsistent and incongruous.

There are a great many people in our society who are happy, but since they don't know they're happy, they're not happy.

All of us are crazy in one or another way.

Television deprives children of their imaginations.

Compassion for myself is the most powerful healer of them all.

Treat yourself at least as well as you treat other people.

Invest in the process rather than the product. Process living neutralizes the depleting and impoverishing effects of chronically living in anticipation. Even when impossible goals occasionally are reached, satisfactions derived from them are invariably disappointing unless the process has given ample satisfaction along the way.

I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.

Have you considered that if you don't make waves, nobody including yourself will know that you are alive?

The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.

The question is not whether we are able to change but whether we are changing fast enough.

Happiness does not come from doing easy work but from the afterglow of satisfaction that comes after the achievement of a difficult task that demanded our best.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web. The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.