When you feel that you are a lonely, put-upon, isolated little stranger confronting all this, you are under the influence of an illusory feeling, because the truth is quite the reverse. You are the whole works, all that there is, and always was, and always has been, and always will be.

Every explicit duality is an implicit unity.

There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.

Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.

You have seen that the universe is at root a magical illusion and a fabulous game, and that there is no separate "you" to get something out of it, as if life were a bank to be robbed. The only real "you" is the one that comes and goes, manifests and withdraws itself eternally in and as every conscious being. For "you" is the universe looking at itself from billions of points of view, points that come and go so that the vision is forever new.

Do you see yourself as a victim of the world, or do you see yourself as the world?

There was a young man who said though, it seems that I know that I know, but what I would like to see is the I that knows me when I know that I know that I know.