The latest incarnation of Oedipus, the continued romance of Beauty and the Beast, stand this afternoon on the corner of Forty-second Street and Fifth Avenue, waiting for the traffic light to change.

The Garden is a metaphor for the following: our minds, and our thinking in terms of pairs of opposites--man and woman, good and evil--are as holy as that of a god. (50)

I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.

First you must find your trajectory, and then comes the social coordination.

Each of us has capacities. The real trick is knowing the machinery of the boat in which you are crossing the channel.

All babies are Buddha babies.