We all have within us a center of stillness surrounded by silence.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

Maturity - among other things, the unclouded happiness of the child at play, who takes it for granted that he is at one with his play-mates.

Each morning we must hold out the chalice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back. It must be held out empty - for the past must only be reflected in its polish, its shape, its capacity.

Doffing the ego's safe glory, he finds his naked reality.

Better than other people.' Sometimes he says: 'That, at least, you are.' But more often: 'Why should you be? Either you are what you can be, or you are not - like other people.

Unless there is a spiritual renaissance, the world will know no peace.