Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.

Understanding is not a piercing of the mystery, but an acceptance of it, a living blissfully with it, in it, through and by it.

The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

If one believes, then miracles occur.

When you come, please be so kind as to check your neuroses and psychoses at the gate... Fans and other obnoxious pests would do well to maintain silence.

There's nothing wrong with the world. What's wrong is our way of looking at it.