Basically, there is simply nothing to worry about, because you yourself are the eternal energy of the universe.

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.

Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less, undancing, mummified.

This is the real secret of life -- to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.

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.

These people, as far as I can see, do not congregate in the notorious centers of the movement, like the North Beach in San Francisco or Greenwich Village, or Venice, California.

Anxiety is the fear that one of a pair of opposites might cancel the other. Forever.