Surrender is not a weakness it is strength.It takes tremendous strength to surrender life to the supreme - to the cosmic unfolding.

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.

don't let someone rearrange your path because they lost sight of their own.

If you look a word up in the dictionary and twenty minutes later you're still wandering around in the dictionary, you probably have the most basic equipment you need to be a poet.

By means of shrewd lies, unremittingly repeated, it is possible to make people believe that heaven is hell - and hell heaven. The greater the lie, the more readily it will be believed.

Major labels limit you, but I also learned my tricks from getting around that.

Occult powers, on the other hand, are much wider-ranging. They involve the ability to change dimensional structures and the evolutionary path of sentient beings.

In advanced practice there is a sense of commitment to the study. It is happy; it's never forced. It is a natural evolutionary process of an evolved being.

The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.

I'm 5'9" and have the body of an English person that doesn't know how to diet.

Modern war and modern civilisation are utterly incompatible...one or the other must go.

A fairly young, intelligent-looking man with long hair asked me whether filming or being filmed could do harm, whether it could destroy a person. In my heart the answer was yes, but I said no.