Knowledge is of two kinds. We know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information on it.
When compassion wakes up in us, we find ourselves more willing to become vulnerable, to take the risk of entering the pain of others.
We divided ourselves among caste, creed, culture and countries but what is undivided remains most valuable: a mere smile and the love.
We could do ourselves a tremendous favor by letting go of the people who poison our spirit.
So we strive for perfection in the areas in which we can control, and that isn't necessarily what provides contentment and joy for ourselves and, more importantly, for our children.
The only thing you're taking out of here is your spirit and your soul, so we need to be conscious to try and develop that part of ourselves, because we're all spiritual creatures.
I'm very aware we are the first generation ever to have such incredible opportunities to express ourselves publicly to a worldwide audience.
It is up to us to give ourselves recognition. If we wait for it to come from others, we feel resentful when it doesn't, and when it does, we may well reject it.
The opportunity to secure ourselves against defeat lies in our own hands, but the opportunity of defeating the enemy is provided by the enemy himself.
It's true that in Canada, we pride ourselves on the game, and we like to think we're the dominant hockey nation in the world.
We walk ourselves into ruts so deep we cannot see over them.
All are dead, and ourselves left alone amidst a new generation whom we know not, and who know us not.
We are so much the victims of abstraction that with the Earth in flames we can barely rouse ourselves to wander across the room and look at the thermostat.
When we hurt each other, when we destroy & kill by words or deeds. When we deface the spirit of humanity-we destroy ourselves in the process!
There are some things that we know are just not as pleasant as the lies that we tell ourselves, and in that sense in order to endure existence everyone endures a certain amount of dishonesty in their everyday lives.
Love makes me naked; Propinquity's a harsh master; O the songs we hide singing to ourselves!
All of us should be on guard against beliefs that flatter ourselves. At the very least, we should check such beliefs against facts.
So much of what we do is ephemeral and quickly forgotten, even by ourselves, so it's gratifying to have something you have done linger in people's memories.
We need criminals to identify ourselves with, to secretly envy and to stoutly punish. They do for us the forbidden, illegal things we wish to do.
We rob ourselves of so much by focusing on the wrong stuff. And the ability to get into the moment and deal with what is, that's the real opportunity.
The insights we receive when going silent, it's our gift to ourselves. Returning and living them, sharing them, that is our gift to the world.
