Life is like music for its own sake. We are living in an eternal now, and when we listen to music we are not listening to the past, we are not listening to the future, we are listening to an expanded present.

We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.

It is hard indeed to notice anything for which the languages available to us have no description.

When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.

If you are ready to wake up, you are going to wake up. If you're not you are going to stay pretending that you are just a poor little me.

In Hindu philosophy the whole creation is regarded as the Vishnu Lila, the play of Vishnu. Lila means dance or play. Also in Hindu philosophy, they call the world illusion; and in Latin the root of the word illusion is ludere, to play.

Everyone has love, but it can only come out when he is convinced of the impossibility and the frustration of trying to love himself.