What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.
Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.
In real existence there is only unity.
To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.
To me nothing in the world is as precious as a genuine smile, especially from a child.
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?