“This reality no “one” survives. In Ultimate Reality no “one” is saved either – there is simply nothing to save you “from””

While money can’t buy happiness it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.

The Truth that is to be Realized may be summarized simply as the Realization that no matter what is arising,

Love does not fail for you when you are rejected

Be Consciousness (Itself)- Contemplate Consciousness (Itself)- Transcend Everything in Consciousness (Itself).

True freedom is not a matter of striking a deal with an All-Powerful Parental Deity; no such God exists.

The nature of the world is inherently obvious

Death is utterly acceptable to consciousness and life.

You cannot become Happy, You can only Be Happy.

You are all spirits. It is not that you “have” a spirit.

Only everybody-all-a t-once can change the current chaos.

Everything eaten is killed. Every meal is a sacrifice.

Relax. Nothing is under control.

Through the instant of all conditions of appearance and disappearance. Of this I am perfectly certain. I am That.

You have not emerged from any “other” and there is no place else for “you” to disappear into. Ever.

No matter how many others are present, there is only One Being.

Who will look out for you if you do the right thing.

At least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.

Of all wild beasts on earth or in sea, the greatest is a woman.

Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

One of the most painful aspects of suffering is the loneliness of it. Others may offer support or empathy, but no one can walk the road to Moriah in our place.

Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don’t anymore. But I still enjoy it – just the physical act and all the – the whole business of making a thing out of language.

Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.

God is so immense that if he were ‘too visible,’ people would give forced compliance without expressing their heart. So God made it possible, in enormous love, for us to live as if he were not there.