So now you can let go, my darling...Let go...Let go of this poor old body. You don't need it anymore. Let it fall away from you. Leave it lying there like a pile of worn-out clothes...Go on, my darling, go on into the Light, into the peace, into the living peace of the Clear Light.

A competent portraitist knows how to imply the profile in the full face.

The world is an illusion, but an illusion which we must take seriously.

If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time.

Man is an intelligence in servitude to his organs.

The present moment is the only aperture through which the soul can pass out of time into eternity, through which grace can pass out of eternity into the soul, and through which love can pass from one soul in time to another soul in time.

The condition of being forgiven is self-abandonment. The proud man prefers self-reproach, however painful --because the reproached self isn't abandoned; it remains intact.