...when you are convinced that all the exits are blocked, either you take to believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird. The miracle is that the honey is always there, right under your nose, only you were too busy searching elsewhere to realize it. The worst is not death but being blind, blind to the fact that everything about life is in the nature of the miraculous.

I struggled in the beginning. I said I was going to write the truth, so help me God. And I thought I was. I found I couldn't. Nobody can write the absolute truth.

The only difference between the Adamic man and the man of today is that the one was born to Paradise and the other has to create it.

To be cured, we must rise from our graves and throw off the cerements of the dead. Nobody can do it for another - it is a private affair which is best done collectively. We must die as egos and be born again in the swarm, not separated and self-hypnotized, but individual and related.

I don't know whether you've ever had a woman eat an apple while you were doing it. Well, you can imagine how that affects you.

Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.