On the day that you were born, you began to die. Do not waste a single moment more!

It is our mind, and that alone, that chains us or sets us free.

Once you overcome the hatred within your mind, you will discover that in the world outside, there is no longer any such thing as even a single enemy.

Do not encumber your mind with useless thoughts. What good does it do to brood on the past or anticipate the future? Remain in the simplicity of the present moment.

If we allow our thoughts to arise and dissolve by themselves, they will pass through our mind as a bird flies through the sky, without leaving a trace.

Meditation could be said to be the Art of Simplicity: simply sitting, simply breathing and simply being.

Day by day, be content with whatever you have and satisfied with whatever happens. Everything else will then fall naturally into place.

There is no logical reason why thoughts, which have no substance, should have so much power over you, nor is there any reason why you should become their slave

A beautiful country is a dream-like illusion. It is senseless to cling to it. Unless the inner forces of negative emotions are conquered, strife with outer enemies will never end.

Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.

Your practice should be strengthened by the difficult situations you encounter, just as a bonfire in a strong wind is not blown out, but blazes even brighter.

Sometimes there is nothing you can do.

I'd rather be judged on what I can do instead of who I'm not.

No one chooses what does not rest with himself, but only what he thinks can be attained by his own act.

If I was whisked away... I think I could put up with anything, except not seeing the Australian landscape. It would be a torture to have it cut off.

A revival is nothing else than a new beginning of obedience to God.

The blues are what I've turned to, what has given me inspiration and relief in all the trials of my life.

There are no fortresses that Bolsheviks cannot storm.

The rope that pulls you from the flood can become a noose around your neck.

Tragedy, for me, is not a conflict between right and wrong, but between two different kinds of right.

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