There are three words that convey the secret of the art of living, the secret of all success and happiness. One With Life.

Thinking is compulsive: you can't stop, or so it seems. It is also addictive: you don't even want to stop, at least not until the suffering generated by the continuous mental noise becomes unbearable.

Whatever you accept completely, you go beyond. If you fight it, you're stuck with it.

Time isn't precious at all, because it is an illusion.

To love is to recognize yourself in another. The others "otherness" then stands revealed as an illusion pertaining to the purely human realm, the realm of form.

Thinking is only a small aspect of consciousness. Thought cannot exist without consciousness, but consciousness does not need thought

If there are people you haven't forgiven, you're not going to really awaken. You have to let go.