You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.

The reason we want to go on and on is because we live in an impoverished present.

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

Playing a violin is, after all, only scraping a cat's entrails with horsehair.

We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.

Tomorrow and plans for tomorrow can have no significance at all unless you are in full contact with the reality of the present, since it is in the present and only in the present that you live. There is no other reality than present reality, so that, even if one were to live for endless ages, to live for the future would be to miss the point everlastingly.

The biggest ego trip is getting rid of your ego, and of course the joke of it all is that your ego does not exist.