To set up what you like against what you dislike, this is the disease of the mind.

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.

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.

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.

If you seek revenge, it means you're scared or you feel guilty for what happened in some way. It's okay to be angry with someone, but don't think about revenge. It's like a disease that eats you up.

There is something unnatural about marriage. These two people are not going to be the same people in a few years. The trick is to live your own life while sharing the same space.

Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself.

Love, we are a small pond.

Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.

Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life.

Do you know we have more acreage of forest land in the United States today than we did at the time the Constitution was written?

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.

Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.

All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body.