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

Omnipotence is not knowing how everything is done; it's just doing it.

The more we try to live in the world of words, the more we feel isolated and alone, the more all the joy and liveliness of things is exchanged for mere certainty and security. On the other hand, the more we are forced to admit that we actually live in the real world, the more we feel ignorant, uncertain, and insecure about everything.

We are sick with fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas. Meditation is therefore the art of suspending verbal and symbolic thinking for a time, somewhat as a courteous audience will stop talking when a concert is about to begin.

Just as the highest and the lowest notes are equally inaudible, so perhaps, is the greatest sense and the greatest nonsense equally unintelligible.

Only words and conventions can isolate us from the entirely undefinable something which is everything.

They are enlightened who join in this play knowing it as play, for people suffer only because they take as serious what the gods made for fun.