Attempts to wake before our time are often punished, especially by those who love us most. Because they, bless them, are asleep. They think anyone who wakes up, or who, still asleep, realizes that what is taken to be real is a ‘dream’ is going crazy.

We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

Psychological breakdowns are actually breakthroughs to enlightenment.

What we think is less than what we know; What we know is less than what we love; What we love is so much less than what there is. And to that precise extent we are so much less than what we are.

What do you do when you don't know what to do? No wonder there are more suicides among psychiatrists than in any other profession.

True sanity entails in one way or another the dissolution of the normal ego, that false self competently adjusted to our alienated social reality... and through this death a rebirth and the eventual re-establishment of a new kind of ego-functioning, the ego now being the servant of the divine, no longer its betrayer.