Most people are unhappy; and they are unhappy because there is no love in their hearts.

After all, conflict arises, does it not, through the desire to be something, to be other than what is.

I should say that all compromise is a "stepping down" of the Truth, is trying to reduce something which cannot be reduced, and that for anyone who has understood life these compromises are impossible.

Did you ever sit quietly with your back straight, not moving, just only cherishing the beauty of silence?

A lily or a rose never pretends, and its beauty is that it is what it is.

What sex gives you momentarily is the total abandonment of yourself, then you are back again with your turmoil, so you want a repetition over and over again of that state in which there is no worry, no problem, no self.

Hasn't knowledge only crippled me from seeing truth? Is knowledge itself illusory?