Don't belong to anything. Don't belong to anyone. Just Be. Feel your Being first and foremost, and don't compare or compete. Just Be your Being.

Don't remind the world that it is sick and troubled. Remind it that it is beautiful and free.

No thought has any power. You have power. And when you identify and believe in the thought you give power to the thought.

At the end of the day, you can have something in your head, something in your hand, or something in your heart. What are you choosing?

All the ups and downs are grace in different wrappings, sent to refine consciousness. Say thanks to them all.

Who reminds you to breathe and to beat your heart? Something is there, taking care.

The greatest healing would be to wake up from what we are not.

You need nothing to be happy - you need something to be sad.

If you seek approval from others in this world, you will not know happiness.

If you do not trust life to unfold, the mind takes over and it becomes a game of strategy, motivated by anxiety. This mistrust is unfair. Life has given us so much, and yet we do not trust it.

If I could give you only one advice, I would say: Don't identify with anything. Be completely empty - no one. Be no-body and see if you lose anything but delusion.

Some people hate people who are overconfident, only because their overconfidence reminds them of their underconfidence.

It is better to be with animalandia friends, rather than those perfectly imperfect persons.

I was a very self-righteous 15-25 year old. Anyway, I wake up every morning and thank God I'm not a kid anymore.

Sure Vietnam is a dirty war. I've never heard of a clean one.

Love leads to present rapture,-then to pain; But all through Love in time is healed again.

EVERY intention which does not assert itself by deeds is a vain intention, and the speech which expresses it is idle speech. It is action which proves life and establishes will

Simple duty hath no place for fear.

Many people talk as if they have all the answers, whereas I know I don't. That's probably why no one listens to me.

Religion put claws on Aunt Sally and gave her a post to whet them on.

It is an ever-growing belief with me that truth cannot be found by violent means.