The Highest to which people can attain is wonder; and if the prime phenomenon makes them wonder, let them be content; nothing higher can it give them, and nothing further should they seek for behind it; there is the limit.

If we are unduly absorbed in improving our lives we may forget altogether to live them.

Where-so-ever beings exist throughout all galaxies, it doesn't make any difference - you are all of them....and when they come into being, that's you coming into being.

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

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

Paradoxical as it may seem, the purposeful life has no content, no point. It hurries on and on, and misses everything. Not hurrying, the purposeless life misses nothing, for it is only when there is no goal and no rush that the human senses are fully open to receive the world.

The more we struggle for life as pleasure, the more we are actually killing what we love.