The Greek word for sinning means to ‘miss the point;’ The point is eternal life which is here and now.

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.

A philosopher is a sort of intellectual yokel who gawks at things that sensible people take for granted.

Life is like music for its own sake. We are living in an eternal now, and when we listen to music we are not listening to the past, we are not listening to the future, we are listening to an expanded present.

Every intelligent individual wants to know what makes him tick, and yet is at once fascinated and frustrated by the fact that oneself is the most difficult of all things to know.

Just as the ocean is waving so each one of us is a waving of the whole cosmos, the entire works, all there is.

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