We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society.

A priest once quoted to me the Roman saying that a religion is dead when the priests laugh at each other across the altar. I always laugh at the altar, be it Christian, Hindu, or Buddhist, because real religion is the transformation of anxiety into laughter.

Everyone has love, but it can only come out when he is convinced of the impossibility and the frustration of trying to love himself.

There is only this now. It does not come from anywhere; it is not going anywhere. It is not permanent, but it is not impermanent. Though moving, it is always still. When we try to catch it, it seems to run away, and yet it is always here and there is no escape from it. And when we turn around to find the self which knows this moment, we find that it has vanished like the past.

But at any rate, the point is that God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.

At times almost all of us envy the animals. They suffer and die, but do not seem to make a "problem" of it.

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.