The two exist because of the One, But hold not even to this One; When the one Consciousness -is not disturbed, The ten thousand things offer no offence.

If you want to realize the truth, don't be for or against. The struggle between good and evil is the primal disease of the mind.

Stop talking, stop thinking, and there is nothing you will not understand. Return to the root and you will find Meaning.

Pursue not the outer entanglements; Dwell not in the inner void; Be serene in the oneness of things; And dualism vanishes by itself.

Do not try to drive pain away by pretending it is not real. If you seek serenity in oneness, pain will vanish of its own accord.

Step aside from all thinking, and there is nowhere you can't go.

To follow the path look to the master follow the master walk with the master see through the master become the master.

In the World of Reality there is no self, There is no other-than-self.

Be at peace in the oneness of things, and all errors will disappear by themselves.

The one is none other than the All, the All none other than the One.

The struggle between "for" and "against" is the mind's worst disease.

Christ was a man worthy to rebel against, for he was rebellion itself.

And I will remember how we made the sun blush every morning.

I'm a hopeless romantic, I say very loudly and proudly. I get a lot of stick for it.

Before Mozart, all ambition turns to despair.

I make a living from storytelling - if you're a public person and you sing songs about getting married to get a visa, and you are actually doing that, you're gonna end up in trouble.

Not too many players try to bluff me. If there’s going to be bluffing or stealing going on, I’m going to be the one doing to it.

If some of this art is not for you, that's fine. Art appreciation is a subjective matter, and we each bring our own experience, knowledge and taste to the party.

I love silent cinema but don't hold it sacred. Like any branch of film there are some very boring films alongside the masterpieces.

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.

Time can be an ally or an enemy.