The real you is not a puppet that life pushes around, the real deep down you is the whole universe.

Meditation is the way in which we come to feel our basic inseparability from the whole universe, and what that requires is that we shut up.

When you look out of your eyes at nature happening out there...You're looking at you.

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.

Real travel requires a maximum of unscheduled wandering, for there is no other way of discovering surprises and marvels, which, as I see it, is the only good reason for not staying at home.

Nothing satisfies an individual incapable of enjoyment.

The wake doesn't drive the ship