We are all self-righteous hypocrites.

The ability to be alone is the ability to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those who can be alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another human being—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.

Happiness is not out there for us to find. The reason that it’s not out there is that it’s inside us.

I’m not perfect, but I try my best every day.