The East contemplated the forest the West counted the trees...the mind that knows that trees and the forest is a new mind.

It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes. It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to.

Those who have most at stake in the old culture, or are most rigid in their beliefs, try to summon people back to the old ideas.'

When one begins the transformative process, death and birth are imminent: the death of custom as authority, the birth of the self.

If we continue to believe as we have always believed, we will continue to act as we have always acted. If we continue to act as we have always acted, we will continue to get what we have always gotten.

Transformation is a journey without a final destination.

The mind aware of itself is a pilot... vastly freer than a passenger mind.