I don't have to be anything at all. I don't even have to be myself, because there is no such thing as not being myself. I am inescapably myself.

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.

Darkness will come knocking. It will offer everything you never had. But its gift is just a cheap knockoff of something it cannot be. Never accept the hand of the Beast.

Creating our own realities is nothing new, but now it’s easier than ever to become trapped in echo chambers of our own making.

Sometimes you know when someone is telling you the truth.

Photography is better than art. It is a solar phenomenon in which the artist collaborates with the sun.

The method of "postulating" what we want has many advantages; they are the same as the advantages of theft over honest toil.

I used to be scared of pretty girls, until one confessed they're just as scared of me.

I mean, I was always interested in people like Lenny Bruce, people who are breaking the old rules and making new ones.

Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.

Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

If we treasure our own experience and regard it as real, we must also treasure other people's experience.