The highest art one can learn is the art of loving, and that the ultimate creativity and the highest art are born out of a knack - meditation.

Discover yourself, otherwise you have to depend on other people's opinions who don't know themselves.

If love can not keep you together, nothing else can keep you together. And if

True freedom is always spiritual. It has something to do with your innermost being, which cannot be chained, handcuffed, or put into a jail.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

The whole world is a cyclone. But once you have found the center, the cyclone disappears. This nothingness is the ultimate peak of consciousness.

All art is abstract, because art is an abstraction of the truth.

Summer movie idea: take all the sequels that are out right now, and make movies about their backstories.

Oh what times! Oh what standards!

Three minutes' thought would suffice to find this out . but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.

Art must always remain earnest... Art must be serious, no sarcasm, comedy. One does not laugh at a loved one.

It's the best feeling in the world . The game's on the line, and you're the guy in the spotlight.

We don't consider ourselves equal opportunity anythings, because that's not - you know, that's the beauty of fake journalism. We don't have to - we travel in fake ethics.

There weren’t any fairy tales in the streets around me. If there was ever a Cinderella, her glass slippers shattered under her weight and she limped home bleeding from the ball.

Ain't but one kind of blues and that consists of a male and female that's in love.

I thought Microsoft did a lot of things that were good and right building parts of the browser into the operating system. Then I thought it out and came up with reasons why it was a monopoly