The mind is so tricky. It will say, "No one cares. Is it true? Well, someone does. Let's see: So-and-so doesn't care. Well, maybe they do. Well, there is someone who doesn't care." It just shifts and shifts and shifts, so it can keep all of its concepts intact.

Nothing belongs to me. Everything comes and goes. Serenity is an open door.

The person who finds peace inside and lives it, is the one who teaches what true peace is.

As far as intellect, what else is there? Without intellect, no story and no world.

The apparent craziness of the world, like everything else, is a gift that we can use to set our minds free.

There is no story that is you or that leads to you. Every story leads away from you.

I stopped waiting for the world to give me what I wanted; I started giving it to myself.