My first meditation teacher told me that there is no such thing as a bad meditation. He was right. During the difficult meditations you build up your strength, which creates meditation for peace.

Love is not liking somebody. Anyone can do that. Love is loving things that sometimes you don't like.

Everyone makes mistakes. The wise are not people who never make mistakes, but those who forgive themselves and learn from their mistakes.

If you know how to let go and be at peace, you know everything you need to know about living in the world.

Complaining is finding faults, wisdom is finding solutions

Why seek revenge? Karma is going to get the bastards anyway

The secret of life is... everything is out of control.

Understand the place of love in a spiritual life. A powerful and blissful type of love has no conditions, no ownership and no people involved. Be free from fear. Be who you are. That is love.

When the weather is hot, keep a cool mind. When the weather is cold, keep a warm heart.

Peace is the most valuable commodity. And it's free!

Meditation is like a gym in which you develop the powerful mental muscles of calm and insight.

Be not so bigoted to any custom as to worship it at the expense of truth.

There is not eternal damnation, the only rewards and punishments are right here in this world.

the code of a world he'd never been invited to join.

Fortune is like glass - the brighter the glitter, the more easily broken.

I prefer to work in the morning. I get up now at five in the morning. In the morning is when I feel freshest.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

The contemplation of celestial things will make a man both speak and think more sublimely and magnificently when he descends to human affairs.

You can't just mess with somebody's prescription, and I really like wearing glasses. It's my eyesight and I don't want to mess with that.

Be warned, therefore, that one does not go to hell to light a cigarette.

I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?