I’d always been interested in psychology.

Grieve and mourn for yourself not once or twice, but again and again.

What tipped the scales was that psychology involved working with rats.

Because if you’ve found meaning in your life, you don’t want to go back. You want to go forward.

It’s not too late to develop new friendships or reconnect with people.

The little things, I can obey. But the big things – how we think, what we value – those you must choose yourself. You can’t let anyone – or any society – determine those for you.

It’s not to late to… ask yourself if you really are the person you want to be, and if not, who you do want to be.

Learn how to live and you’ll know how to die; learn how to die, and you’ll know how to live.

So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things.

Everything that gets born dies.

After you have wept and grieved for your physical losses, cherish the functions and the life you have left.

Dying is only one thing to be sad over… Living unhappily is something else.

We’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going.

The best way to deal with that is to live in a fully conscious, compassionate, loving way. Don’t wait until you’re on your deathbed to recognize that this is the only way to live.

When you look at it that way, you can see how absurd it is that we individualize ourselves with our fences and hoarded possessions.

We have a sense that we should be like the mythical cowboy… able to take on and conquer anything and live in the world without the need for other people.

The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.

I’d always been interested in psychology.

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.