Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay.

Its beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. it means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society.

It's no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.

I don't mind what happens. That is the essence of inner freedom. It is a timeless spiritual truth: release attachment to outcomes, deep inside yourself, you'll feel good no matter what.

The ability to observe without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence.

Throughout life, from childhood, from school until we die, we are taught to compare ourselves with another; yet when I compare myself with another I am destroying myself.

A lily or a rose never pretends, and its beauty is that it is what it is.

The more you know yourself, the more clarity there is. Self-knowledge has no end - you don't come to an achievement, you don't come to a conclusion. It is an endless river.

Here is my secret: I don't mind what happens.

We all want to be famous people, and the moment we want to be something we are no longer free.

If you want to be sure of unusual thing such as aliens or UFOs, then you have to think about it from an unusual way of thinking.

In life we all have choices.

The only thing about a man that is a man . . . is his mind. Everything else you can find in a pig or a horse.

..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.

Frank is capable of any kind of behavior to win.

I am not for raising taxes in a recession, especially when it comes to job creators that we need so desperately to start creating jobs again.

The tragedy is that we have too many dead men in the pulpits giving out too many dead sermons to too many dead people.

I had never said, 'dad, I love you'.

Eternity would mean nothing without you. For no power on this earth would I trade my Elena.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.