One morning in February 1986, out of nowhere, I experienced a realization. In an instant, I discovered that when I believed my stressful thoughts, I suffered, but when I questioned them, I didn't suffer.

Sleep just gives the ego a little time out. It has to stay strong in order to be something that it isn't.

I have discovered that in every language and every country I have visited, there are no new stories. They're all recycled. The same stressful thoughts arise in each mind one way or another, sooner or later.

I am a lover of what is, not because I'm a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality. We can know that reality is good just as it is, because when we argue with it, we experience tension and frustration. We don't feel natural or balanced. When we stop opposing reality, action becomes simple, fluid, kind, and fearless.

I am a lover of what is, not because I'm a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.

I love what I think, and I'm never tempted to believe it.

You don’t experience anxiety unless you’re attached to a thought that isn’t true for you. It’s that simple.