“Words reduce reality to something the human mind can grasp, which isn’t very much.”

Only the truth of who you are, if realized, will set you free.

Don’t let a mad world tell you that success is anything other than a successful present moment.

To recognize one’s own insanity is, of course, the arising of sanity, the beginning of healing and transcendence.

This is my secret,” he said. “I don’t mind what happens.

To love is to recognize yourself in another.

Time isn’t precious at all, because it is an illusion.

Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to “die before you die” and find that there is no death.

Love is not selective, just as the light of the sun is not selective. It does not make one person special. It is not exclusive.

Anything that you resent and strongly react to in another is also in you.

Man made God in his own image.

All problems are illusions of the mind.

Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.

Realize deeply that the present moment is all you ever have.

Any action is often better than no action, especially if you have been stuck in an unhappy situation for a long time. If it is a mistake, at least you learn something, in which case it’s no longer a mistake. If you remain stuck, you learn nothing.

What a liberation to realize that the “voice in my head” is not who I am. Who am I then? The one who sees that.

Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness.

It is an old and ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way; and we grasp more fiercely at research, statistics, and technical aids in sex when we have lost the values and meaning of love.

I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.

The Hindu religions gave me the impression of a vast well into which one plunges in order to grasp the reflection of the sun.

If one grasps this, one has no difficulty in understanding the statists’ antagonism toward the gold standard.

The Waste Land not figuring very largely in Mam’s scheme of things. “The thing is,” I said finally, “he won the Nobel Prize.” “Well,” she said, with that unerring grasp of inessentials which is the prerogative of mothers, “I’m not surprised. It was a beautiful overcoat.”

Arguments are like eels: however logical, they may slip from the minds weak grasp unless fixed there by imagery and style.

I don’t understand the hatred and fear of gays and bisexuals and lesbians… it’s a concept I honestly cannot grasp.

Wherever we start to think that things are certain, uncertainty is lurking right there. Heedlessness is just holding things as certain. It is grasping at certainty where there is no certainty and looking for truth in things that are not true. Be careful! They are likely to bite you sometime in the future!