You are never in love with anyone. You're only in love with your prejudiced and hopeful idea of that person.

Think of a flabby person covered with layers of fat. That is what your mind can become - flabby, covered with layers of fat till it becomes too dull and lazy to think, to observe, to explore, to discover ... not wanting to be disturbed or questioned into wakefulness.

Those who make no mistakes are making the biggest mistakes of all - they are attempting nothing new.

You are so proud of your intelligence," said the master. "You are like a like a condemned man, proud of the vastness of his prison cell.

The only way to change is by changing your understanding.

It's only when you become love - in other words, when you have dropped your illusions and attachments - that you will "know." As you identify less and less with the "me," you will be more at ease with everybody and with everything.

Wisdom tends to grow in proportion to one's awareness of one's ignorance.