The mundane and the sacred are one and the same.

For the world is an ever-elusive and ever-disappointing mirage only from the standpoint of someone standing aside from it—as if it were quite other than himself—and then trying to grasp it. But a third response is possible. Not withdrawal, not stewardship on the hypothesis of a future reward, but the fullest collaboration with the world as a harmonious system of contained conflicts—based on the realization that the only real "I" is the whole endless process.

Insecurity is the result of trying to be secure.

One is a great deal less anxious if one feels perfectly free to be anxious, and the same may be said of guilt.

The trouble with many religions, accused of wishful thinking, is that they are not wishful enough. They show a deplorable lack of imagination.

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.

We know that from time to time there arise among human beings people who seem to exude love as naturally as the sun gives out heat.