Pilgrimages are journeys to places of power. People sometimes make pilgrimages to the caves where Milarepa or other great yogis meditated.

There are certain protective forces in the universe that do watch over us, but the innocent die too.

When you do something half-heartedly, you don't get much of a result. When you do it fully, you get a great result.

We connect the dots in the drawing with our mind. We give them a meaning, a figurative sense, which is self-reflexive in that it creates us, because we are the experiencer of the moment.

In the Far East, studying yoga is comparable to a mixture of attending one of the best Western universities, and of being an intrepid explorer.

In the dead world of the Western mind all that is seen are shades of gray. There's a cloud over every experience. There's no possibility of divine incarnation, divine intervention, let alone that one's self in every moment is divine.

Obstructions on the way to enlightenment, are you kidding? Hey, they crucify people here. You think this is an easy place?