And the idea of ourselves is our escape from the fact what we really are.

The flowering of love is meditation.

Sorrow is not in death but in loneliness, and conflict comes when you seek consolation, forgetfullness, explanations, and illusions.

If I do not understand myself, the whole complexity of myself, I have no basis for thinking.

When one loses the deep intimate relationship with nature, then temples, mosques and churches become important.

You know, in the case of most of us, the mind is noisy, everlastingly chattering to itself, soliloquizing or chattering about something, or trying to talk to itself, to convince itself of something; it is always moving, noisy.

To learn about oneself, a living thing, you have to watch, learn anew each minute.