And so, now, it is almost midnight of the first day, and I have broken my resolution to go to bedearly - postponing sleep, and thereby the inevitable waking up in tomorrow. Another device of escape.

never trust anyone who says they do not see color. this means to them, you are invisible.

He who can see his own mistake can become absolute supreme Self (Parmatma)!

I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.

And, instead of pelting these babbling idiots with their own freshly toasted marshmallows, everyone else sitting around the fire is often nodding and smiling and looking solemny thoughtful.

As long as in love there is "you" and "me," love is not fully kindled.

I wouldn't have believed it. I still barely do, truthfully. I'm so continually fortunate that I keep coming across these smart, interesting, creative people who pick me. It's just stupendous.

People are waking up in their homes - without conferences. They're waking up because life is waking them up, not because of some conference called "Body and Soul."

It’s a fair-sized job to write a book that people can be bothered just to read; when they begin to steal copies, you are really getting some place.

The problem ain't what people know. It's what people know that ain't so that's the problem.

How many of us persist in a precipitate course which, but for a moment of heedlessness we might never have entered upon, simply because we hate to change our minds.