Who I believed myself to be was a hopeless case. I would wake up in the mornings and notice I was still alive and breathing and hate God, hate myself, hate life, and contemplate ways of killing myself.

Until you can love what is - everything, including the apparent violence and craziness - you're separate from the world, and you'll see it as dangerous and frightening.

I can find only three kinds of business in the Universe: mine, yours, and God's.

You might believe that it's only for their own good, but how does it feel when you try to manipulate the people you love? Are you teaching them that your love is conditional? Maybe through inquiry we can find another way.

It's not what happens in life that bothers us. It's what we're believing about it that bothers us.

Judge your neighbor, write it down. Ask four questions, turn it around.

There's never a mistake in the universe. So if your partner is angry, good. If there are things about him that you consider flaws, good, because these flaws are your own, you're projecting them, and you can write them down, inquire, and set yourself free. People go to India to find a guru, but you don't have to: you're living with one. Your partner will give you everything you need for your own freedom.