Our mind, by virtue of a certain finite, limited capability, is by no means capable of putting a question to Nature that permits a continuous series of answers. The observations, the individual results of measurements, are the answers of Nature to our discontinuous questioning.

What we observe as material bodies and forces are nothing but shapes and variations in the structure of space.

The material world has only been constructed at the price of taking the self, that is, mind, out of it, removing it; mind is not part of it...

Consciousness is a singular of which the plural is unknown. There is only one thing and that which seems to be a plurality is merely a series of different aspects of this one thing, produced by a deception, the Indian maya, as in a gallery of mirrors.

In an honest search for knowledge, you quite often have to abide by ignorance for an indefinite period.

Thus you can throw yourself flat on the ground, stretched out upon Mother Earth, with certain conviction that you are one with her and she with you...

For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.