The universe is but a partial manifestation of your limitless capacity to become.

Instead of searching for what you do not have, find out what it is that you have never lost.

Shift your attention from words to silence and you will hear.

Whatever happens, happens to you by you, through you; you are the creator, enjoyer and destroyer of all you perceive.

We miss the real by lack of attention, and create the unreal by excess of imagination.

You cannot transcend what you do not know. To go beyond yourself, you must know yourself.

There is only life, there is nobody who lives a life.

The consciousness in you and the consciousness in me, apparently two, really one, seek unity and that is love.

The problem is not yours - it is your mind's only. Begin by disassociating yourself from your mind. Resolutely remind yourself that you are not the mind and that its problems are not yours.

As you watch your mind, you discover your self as the watcher. When you stand motionless, only watching, you discover your self as the light behind the watcher.

Sometimes I feel I am everything, I call that Love. Sometimes I feel I am nothing, I call that Wisdom. Between Love and Wisdom my life continuously flows.

What is it?”“A prayer.”“For a child?”She nodded.“For me?”Another nod.“On a tree?”“Trees spend all day looking up at God.

Happiness is the ultimate purpose of our life and you find it in service.

You will see by this that no man should be judged by another here in this life, for the good or evil he has done. Deeds may be properly judged, whether they are good or bad, but not men.

I have spoken so far only of the blissful visionary experience? But visionary experience is not always blissful. It's sometimes terrible. There is hell as well as heaven.

Self-pity? I see no moral objections to it, the smell drives people away, but that's a practical objection, and occasionally an advantage.

The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.

my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.

I like the course, the history - everything about St. Andrews.

Too bad that youth is wasted on the young.

The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke.... glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run.