It is very unhappy, but too late to be helped, the discovery we have made, that we exist

There is no God dare wrong a worm.

We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related, the eternal ONE. And this deep power in which we exist and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the subject and the object, are one. We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are shining parts, is the soul.

What your heart thinks is great, is great. The soul's emphasis is always right.

I suffer whenever I see that common sight of a parent or senior imposing his opinion and way of thinking and being on a young soul to which they are totally unfit. Cannot we let people be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make that man another you. One's enough.

Performing on a stool, we've got a sight to make you drool, seven virgins and a mule, keep it cool, keep it cool.

There is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same.