But, as Douglas E Harding has pointed out, we tend to think of this planet as a life-infested rock, which is as absurd as thinking of the human body as a cell infested skeleton. Surely all forms of life, including man, must be understood as "symptoms" of the earth, the solar system, and the galaxy in which case we cannot escape the conclusion that the galaxy is intelligent.

We get such a kick out of looking forward to pleasures and rushing ahead to meet them that we can’t slow down enough to enjoy them when they come.

...the whole universe is through and through the playing of love in every shade of the word's use, from animal lust to divine charity.

When we look for things there is nothing but mind, and when we look for mind there is nothing but things.

To feel that life is meaningless unless “I” can be permanent is like having fallen desperately in love with an inch.

To understand music, you must listen to it. But so long as you are thinking, “I am listening to this music,” you are not listening.

To be free from convention is not to spurn it but not to be deceived by it.