“Close your eyes, open everything.”

The simple answer to the constant struggle is silence.

Free will exist only in a confused mind.

Don’t be afraid to be deeply alone, aloneness creates stillness, stillness creates healing, healing opens up to love, and in that love the concept of being alone dissolve.

If you are the sun, clouds are not a problem.

Who could ever think that not believing in myself was freedom.

The nature of the mind is silence, When that becomes clear, the whole show is included.

Silence will remove the veil of ignorance.

In the moment you choose not to be vulnerable towards your pain and suffering you also build a wall towards happiness, towards awakening.

I was born to do nothing, seems lazy, but we are all born to realise that there is nothing we can do.

When you awaken to your silent nature there is a realization that you are happy without being someone, that you love without loving someone. This love includes everything.

When the mind is empty of the “me”, the heart is full of love.

The happy ending is that it is not ending.

It takes two to suffer.

In a moment of silence, I forgot about the sorrow of yesterday and the uncertainty of tomorrow. Could it be that simple! That this happy moment is life.

Between day and night there was a moment of silence.

What seems like a inward journey of awakening, is life unfolding itself, already awake.

Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.

I wish that I could say I was optimistic about the human race. I love us all, but we are so stupid and shortsighted that I wonder if we can lift our eyes to the world about us long enough not to commit suicide.

The way to stop discrimination on the basis of race is to speak openly and candidly on the subject of race, and to apply the Constitution with eyes open to the unfortunate effects of centuries of racial discrimination.

On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.

After traveling through fourteen foreign countries and appearing before all the royalty and nobility I have only one wish today. That is that when my eyes are closed in death that they will bury me back in that quiet little farm land where I was born.

I had some eyeglasses. I was walking down the street when suddenly the prescription ran out.

But to find, all at once, right before your eyes, that the impossible had been mysteriously achieved by man himself: this staggers the mind!

The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.