Anxiety is the fear that one of a pair of opposites might cancel the other. Forever.

There is a deep, peaceful calm in the dawning of a new day.

If happiness always depends on something expected in the future, we are chasing a will-o'-the-wisp that ever eludes our grasp, until the future, and ourselves, vanish into the abyss of death.

For the world is an ever-elusive and ever-disappointing mirage only from the standpoint of someone standing aside from it—as if it were quite other than himself—and then trying to grasp it. But a third response is possible. Not withdrawal, not stewardship on the hypothesis of a future reward, but the fullest collaboration with the world as a harmonious system of contained conflicts—based on the realization that the only real "I" is the whole endless process.

Technology is destructive only in the hands of people who do not realize that they are one and the same process as the universe.

To resist change, to try to cling to life, is therefore like holding your breath: if you persist you kill yourself.

A paradox is only a truth standing on its head to attract attention.