Terrible or not, difficult or not, the only thing that is beautiful, noble, religious, and mystical is to be happy.
Life is movement. The more life there is, the more flexibility there is. The more fluid you are, the more you are alive.
An adult is one who has lost the grace, the freshness, the innocence of the child, who is no longer capable of feeling pure joy, who makes everything complicated, who spreads suffering everywhere, who is afraid of being happy, and who, because it is easier to bear, has gone back to sleep. The wise man is a happy child.
You cannot live sheltered forever without being exposed, and at the same time be a spiritual adventurer. Be audacious. Be crazy in your own way, with that madness in the eyes of man that is wisdom in the eyes of God. Take risks, search and search again, search everywhere, in every way, do not let a single opportunity or chance that life offers pass you by, and do not be petty and mean, trying to drive a hard bargain.
Happiness is not found, it is created. Happiness does not depend on all that we lack, but on the way in which we use all that we have
There are no bad people, only badly loved people.
You will never feel loved until you love yourself.
The law commands us to do what we would do naturally if we only had love. The Way consists of finding that love, which then becomes the law.
Saying yes, opening up, and loving: these are the keys that will unlock the prison door.
Mindful and creative, a child who has neither a past, nor examples to follow, nor value judgments, simply lives, speaks and plays in freedom.
On days when the sky is grey, the sun has not disappeared forever.
How can I progress on the Way thanks to every day difficulties.
Life is expressed in a perpetual sequence of changes. The birth of the child is the death of the baby, just as the birth of the adolescent is the death of the child.
There is nothing Clever about not being Happy
