Soul is at home in the deep, shaded valleys. Heavy torpid flowers saturated with black grow there. The rivers flow like warm syrup. They empty into huge oceans of soul.

...there is an intense delight in abandoning faulty states of mind and in cultivating helpful ones in meditation.

When we face problems with compassion, sincerity, and good motivation, our solutions may take longer, but ultimately they are better.

No material object, however beautiful or valuable, can make us feel loved, because our deeper identity and true character lie in the subjective nature of the mind.

Compassion is concern of others' well being.

Prayer alone will not make a happy life. A happy life must be built. You must act.

To me there is no difference whether president, beggar, or king.