One's life is an act with no actor, and thus it has always been recognized that the insane man that has lost his mind is a parody of the sage who has transcended his ego. If one is paranoid, the other is metanoid.

The self-styled practical man of affairs who pooh-poohs philosophy as a lot of windy notions is himself a pragmatist or a positivist, and a bad one at that, since he has given no thought to his position.

Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.

It is obvious that the only interesting people are interested people, and to be completely interested is to have forgotten about "I".

The wake doesn't drive the ship

In looking out upon the world, we forget that the world is looking at itself.

For the price of intelligence as we now know it is chronic anxiety, anxiety which appears to increase—oddly enough—to the very degree that human life is subjected to intelligent organization.