You are not the body. You are the immensity and infinity of consciousness.

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.

Mankind has two immense problems, they forget to use logic and begin at the root of each trouble.

The light of love is life.

Without compassion, you will never truly connect with another human being.

She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.

We're not arrogant, we just believe we're the best band in the world.

Far above the golden clouds, the darkness vibrates. The earth is blue. And everything about it is a love song. Everything about it.

Certainly science should continue to see whether we can find evidence for multiverses that might explain why our own universe seems to be so finely tuned.

Garden making, like gardening itself, concerns the relationship of the human being to his natural surroundings.

I ain't never liked violence.

Gardens are our link with the divine.