Your world is all these elements. Of light and sound, of taste, smell, and touch, woven together in many dimensions on the fabulous loom of your brain. Your brain; the most complicated thing in the world, which you yourself grew...without even thinking about it.

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

The more a thing tends to be permanent, the more it tends to be lifeless.

We have a strange anxiety in us; that if we don't interfere then it won't happen. Now that's the root of an enormous amount of trouble.

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.

Problems that remain persistently insoluble should always be suspected as questions asked in the wrong way.

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