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.

To understand music, you must listen to it. But so long as you are thinking, “I am listening to this music,” you are not listening.

The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple.

What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.

Buddhism has in it no idea of there being a moral law laid down by somekind of cosmic lawgiver.

And so when the essential idea of love is lost there comes talk of fidelity. Actually, the only possible basis for two beings, male and female, to relate to each other is to grant each other total freedom.