The 'you' who you think you are does not exist.

We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.

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.

Make a spurious division of one process into two, forget that you have done it, and then puzzle for centuries as to how the two get together.

You have seen that the universe is at root a magical illusion and a fabulous game, and that there is no separate "you" to get something out of it, as if life were a bank to be robbed. The only real "you" is the one that comes and goes, manifests and withdraws itself eternally in and as every conscious being. For "you" is the universe looking at itself from billions of points of view, points that come and go so that the vision is forever new.

To be free from convention is not to spurn it but not to be deceived by it.

Real religion is the transformation of anxiety into laughter.