I read that Buddha was able to see all of his past lives, and I realized the only way any of these people could do that is by being outside of time.

What I thought was unreal now, for me, seems in some ways to be more real than what I think to be real, which seems now to be unreal

Reality gets created through acts of observation

When you start to try to understand everything in terms of words, the understanding of the words becomes the experience, and the experience gets lost.

Consciousness is the creative element in the universe. Without it, nothing would appear.

The quantum is that embarrassing little piece of thread that always hangs from the sweater of space-time. Pull it and the whole thing unravels.

The self is fundamentally an illusion arising as a reflection of the soul in matter, much as a clear lake at midnight reflects the moon.

People who are creative often will spend hours doing something and come out of their period of creation and not even notice that hours have passed. In that sense, they're able to time travel.

You had to be able to lift yourself outside of the time stream - and that essentially became what is called the yoga of time travel.

In very subtle ways, how we regard ourselves and others continually changes us into something new.

Dreams - Language in a dream is unspoken but understood. Words get in the way.

Life appear's across the limits.

Perseverance is such a beautiful word. But to experience it means we must first endure the unpleasantness life is sure to always bring our way.

Certain sincerely devout and spiritually advanced people believe that the God of their understanding helps them find parking places and gives them advice on Mass. Lottery numbers.

In American politics, 'Europe' is usually a code word for 'big government.'

Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.

What is freedom, in the end, but that no one cares any longer to try to restrain us?

From that house there has come so much life that it ought never to die or fall into ruin... For me that house was a gateway to America.

Happiness is not about the trophy, or the finish line. It's the journey. If you enjoy your journey, you can enjoy your life

I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.