I Was Clinically Depressed. I Was Paranoid.

Everything Happens For Me, Not To Me.

I Love What I Think, And I'm Never Tempted To Believe It. Thoughts Are Like The Wind Or The Leaves On The Trees Or The Raindrops Falling. They're Not Personal, They Don't Belong To Us, They Just Come And Go. When They're Met With Understanding, They're Friends.

And As Long As We Believe What We Believe - Until That Is Questioned - There's No Progress As A Human Race. Again, We Still Have War. So, Effective Rehabilitation Is To Question What We Believe. When That Happens, Everyone Gets Out Of Prison.

I Believe In The Power Of Every Human Being To End Suffering.

If You Realized How Beautiful You Are, You Would Fall At Your Own Feet.