I love everybody. Even George Bush.

The suffering is in the mind. The mind. In the mind. Witness it. From your spiritual heart.

Fear of death only comes through the brittleness of the ego.

If you rest in the silence inside, all those you meet will have their spiritual hearts resuscitated.

We reap in age what we have sown, in our values, all along the way.

The question we need to ask ourselves is whether there is any place we can stand in ourselves where we can look at all that's happening around us without freaking out, where we can be quiet enough to hear our predicament, and where we can begin to find ways of acting that are at least not contributing to further destabilization.

Until we know that we can bear the unbearable, we're always running scared.