You can't build joy on a feeling of self-loathing.

When our hearts open, when we know that we are in fact the world, when we experience the pain of others in our own blood and muscle, we are feeling compassion.

Caring is a reflex. Someone slips, your arm goes out. A car is in the ditch, you join others and push... You live, you help.

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

What we're seeing "out there" is the projection of where we're at--the projection of the clingings of our minds.

If you think you are free, there is no escape possible.

It's very different because the Indians live as if they are their souls and Americans live as if they are their egos.