“Love fails for you when you reject, betray and do not love. Therefore .. Love.”

Human beings are spirits. Being a human being is one of the ways of being a spirit.

Mystical idealism, and higher evolutionary Wisdom from the mechanisms of popular culture.

A bargain is something you don’t need at a price you can’t resist.

Real intelligence must be fiercely capable of investigating every aspect of existence

When happiness gets into your system, it is bound to break out on your face.

True religion is a universal and (necessarily) ego-transcending psycho-physical motivation of human beings.

There is only the constant knowledge and enjoyment of the Heart, moment to moment

However, up to the present stage in human history,

To seek Truth is to deny

Truth to being with.

Never yet been ready or willing to adapt to the true (and progressive) practical, moral, devotional, Spiritual, and Transcendental Wisdom-culture of right life.

When you’re learning, you’re burning – putting out a lot of heat.

But in modern times the same process is done by the strategic exclusion of conventional religious cultism

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

Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.

You don’t want to drain yourself. But it pumps you up, gets you in the zone.

I’m more concerned about who you’re becoming than what you’re doing.

Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it’s more scary to draw. It’s more revealing. You can’t disguise yourself in drawing.

A pessimist and an optimist, so much the worse; so much the better.

Peace does not lie in getting God to give me other circumstances. Peace lies in finding God in these circumstances.

There is no person without a world.

In this cosy, noisy, gregarious world of the “all-chinese” sickbed, so different from the stark, sterile solitude of the American hospital room, her life had assumed the astounding quality of a continuous farewell party.