Very few of us are capable of being Free Thinkers, needing neither to adore nor to insult God, the insult often being an act of faith more profound than adoration.

Who knows the flower best? - the one who reads about it in a book, or the one who finds it wild on the mountainside?

"To fashion stars out of dog dung, that is the Great Work. To take a negative experience and, by comparing it to something worse, make it feel good, is the great skill."

The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet.

Why do you pray if you doubt you are heard?

Work cannot convey the almost voluptuous sweetness of the feelings experienced ... in solitude.

All things are aggregations of atoms that dance & by their movement produce sound. When the rhythm of the dance changes, the sound it produces also changes... Each atom perpetually sings its song, and the sound at every moment creates dense subtle forms.