Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.

Be a light unto oneself

Surely, it is only when the mind is creatively empty that it is capable of finding out whether there is an ultimate reality or not. But, the mind is never creatively empty; it is always acquiring, always gathering, living on the past or in the future, or trying to be focused in the immediate present: it is never in that state of creativeness in which a new thing can take place. As the mind is a result of time, it cannot possibly understand that which is timeless, eternal.

Space and time are real for the man who is yet imperfect, and space is divided for him into dimensions; time, into past, present, and future.

In obedience there is always fear, and fear darkens the mind.

Religion is the frozen thought of man out of which they build temples.

The man who lives without conflict, who lives with beauty and love, is not frightened of death because to love is to die.