We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.

...for thousands of years human history has been a magnificently futile conflict, a wonderfully staged panorama of triumphs and tragedies based on the resolute taboo against admitting that black goes with white.

Stop measuring days by degree of productivity and start experiencing them by degree of presence.

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

We tend to regard ourselves as puppets of the Past, driven along by something that is always behind us.

Life exists only at this very moment, and in this moment it is infinite and eternal, for the present moment is infinitely small; before we can measure it, it has gone, and yet it exists forever.

We think that the world is limited and explained by its past. We tend to think that what happened in the past determines what is going to happen next, and we do not see that it is exactly the other way around! What is always the source of the world is the present; the past doesn't explain a thing. The past trails behind the present like the wake of a ship and eventually disappears.