A holy person is someone who is whole; who has, as it were, reconciled his opposites.

Jesus was not the man he was as a result of making Jesus Christ his personal savior.

There is no formula for generating the authentic warmth of love. It cannot be copied. You cannot talk yourself into it or rouse it by straining at the emotions or by dedicating yourself solemnly to the service of mankind. Everyone has love, but it can only come out when he is convinced of the impossibility and the frustration of trying to love himself. This conviction will not come through condemnations, through hating oneself, through calling self love bad names in the universe. It comes only in the awareness that one has no self to love.

But we try to pretend, you see, that the external world exists altogether independently of us.

It takes time for an acorn to turn into an oak, but the oak is already implied in the acorn.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.

For when you see that the universe cannot be distinguished from how you act upon it, there is neither fate nor free will, self nor other. There is simply one all-inclusive Happening, in which your personal sensation of being alive occurs in just the same way as the river flowing and the stars shining far out in space. There is no question of submitting or accepting or going with it, for what happens in and as you is no different from what happens as it.