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

We live what we know. If we believe the universe and ourselves to be mechanical, we will live mechanically.

If we are to find our way across troubled waters, we are better served by the company of those who have built bridges, who have moved beyond despair and inertia.

The other side of every fear is a freedom.

Mystical experiences nearly always lead one to a belief that some aspect of consciousness is imperishable. In a Buddhist metaphor the consciousness of the individual is like a flame that burns through the night. It is not the same flame over time, yet neither is it another flame.

Real progress in understanding nature is rarely incremental. All important advances are sudden intuitions, new principles, new ways of seeing.

Love is a context, not a behavior.