Who you are, in truth, who everyone is, is whole and perfect and beautiful. And if that can be recognized, then it is possible that self-torture can stop!

When you are willing to stop looking for something in thought, you find everything in silence.

Under the obsessive thoughts and plans, under the emotions, positive and negative, there is an ocean of peace.

Love has nothing to do with another person. Love is Truth. Love is Beauty. Love is Self. To know yourself, to surrender to the truth of yourself, is to surrender to love.

True forgiveness and love arise naturally, effortlessly, from the silence of the heart broken all the way open.

Pure no-thing-ness is conscious intelligence.

You have the freedom, ability and authority to love your life. Just be you, then wait.

If you're laughing, you're healing.

Recognize, you ARE Home. Not, you are 'at home'... you ARE Home. Not, you have 'come home'... you ARE Home. You are that which IS Home.

Safety is knowing that when this particular life form is finished, what it has served remains.

There's great release, really, in not seeing into the future.

You have to live your life and not count on things being there tomorrow or the next day.

What love is not torment when a man knows not how to love himself? Talk not of drowning, but attaining your heart's desire by action: Put money in thy purse.

When I loved myself enough, I no longer needed things or people to make me feel safe.

We’re all looking for a bit of recognition, even if it’s the unconscious and hypocritical need for attention over the fact that we’re not publically seeking out attention.

The duties of a teacher are neither few nor small, but they elevate the mind and give energy to the character.

Laughter is sort of a natural truth detector. If you laugh at something, it's probably because there was some truth in it.

Find me now. Before someone else does.

He's (Jack McKeon) been around baseball for twenty-plus years. He knows what it takes to be a manager. I hope he gets the chance.

In our society, to be obsessed with a vision about how to make a better automobile makes you a genius, but to be obsessed with a vision about the nature of reality makes you a nut.

The present eye praises the present object.