Who you really are, your True Nature, is no more tied to the kind of person you've been than the wind is tied to the skies through which it moves.

Better that the whole world should turn against you... than you should consent to turn against what is true within you.

Everything passes. There is great beauty in this, both in the passing of pain and in the passing of pleasure. When things present themselves to you as permanent, don't believe it.

Your past is just that, the past, a place within your psyche with no more reality to it then the picture of a castle on a postcard is made from stone.

The only way to cultivate a quiet mind is by planting seeds of silence.

Any conclusion you reach about yourself has to be an unseen limitation because there's always more to see.

Each time that you don't know you are choosing, then of those choices you are not the chooser.