“The other day a monk told me, 'The resting place of the mind is the heart. The only thing the mind hears all day is clanging bells and noise and argument, and all it wants is quietude. The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That's where you need to go.”

“Open your eyes, heart and mind to an unknown atmosphere, where it's cool and clear with no judgments or prejudices but where mercy and peace abides, there you can come together in mind, become strong and bold dismissing all negativity which is connected to other people's wants and needs crowding your space. That is the place you become you and only you know what you want.”

“The resting place of the mind is the heart.”

“I stay in that state of mind for the next couple of days, in the places that only exist in the past. The things you can’t undo get lodged in the darkest corners of your mind, where nothing ever seems to get solved, just recycled into new anxiety.”

“It's all tied up with what's inside you. Head and heart, mind andsoul. Who you are and what you want-that's what fuels it. That's whatshapes it. ”

“The senator had only one argument in his favour: his feeling. When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object. In the realm of kitsch, the dictatorship of the heart reigns supreme.”