Judge nothing, you will be happy. Forgive everything, you will be happier.

Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature.

Tolerance, like any aspect of peace, is forever a work in progress.

There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?

Exuberance is beauty.

Risk something or forever sit with your dreams.

Show up, show up, show up, and after a while the muse shows up, too.

Our ultimate freedom is the right and power to decide how anybody or anything outside ourselves will affect us.

Happiness is not made by what we own. It is what we share.

All art is autobiographical; the pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.