If you need me or my help I will help you, whatever path you may follow. For me there is no difference. All paths lead to the same goal, that is, to realize the Divine.

One common mistake is to think that one reality is the reality. You must always be prepared to leave one reality for a greater one.

Be like a child - clear, loving, spontaneous, infinitely flexible and ready each moment to wonder and accept a miracle.

For the mind to flower it has to go beyond what it knows.

The Divine is the sea. All religions are rivers leading to the sea. Some rivers wind a great deal. Why not go to the sea directly?

God is always working through you; the important thing is to become conscious and co-operate.

When people are truly dedicated to the Divine, there is no difference between action and prayer.

Like electricity, the Light is everywhere, but one must know how to activate it. I have come for that.

In silence more work can be done. The true experience of bliss is without words.

God is silent. Everything comes out of silence.

For this I came - to open your hearts to the Light.

Find the courage to live life.

But always when I was without a book, my soul would at once become disturbed, and my thoughts wandered. As I read, I began to call them together again and, as it were, laid a bait for my soul

Profound subject matter can be encompassed in small space - for proof, look at any sonnet by Shakespeare!

Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it.

For me, writing is a way of finding out about things I didn't know before I began writing.

Hitherto man had to live with the idea of death as an individual; from now onward mankind will have to live with the idea of its death as a species.

The fruits of victory are tumbling into our mouths too quickly.

It is my aspiration that health finally will be seen not as a blessing to be wished for, but as a human right to be fought for.

... some of the things floating about in the Well of Memory are not worth recording.

He [Percy] pleaded with those sea-green eyes, like a cute baby seal that needed help. Piper wondered how Annabeth ever won an argument with this guy.