“If you know how to let go and be at peace, you know everything you need to know about living in the world.”

The selfless giving, the service, the kindness which you give out into this world that is the currency of (the) meaning (of life).

Fear is finding fault with the future.

How many times have you tried to solve “the problem”? you’ll be trying to solve it not just until you die but for many more lifetimes. .

Love is not liking somebody. Anyone can do that. Love is loving things that sometimes you don’t like.

When life is good do not take it for granted as it will pass.

Why seek revenge? Karma is going to get the bastards anyway

Everyone makes mistakes. The wise are not people who never make mistakes, but those who forgive themselves and learn from their mistakes.

One can say that the underlying creed of most Western democracies is to protect their people’s freedom to realise their desires, as far as this is possible.

Our modern Western culture only recognises the first of these, freedom of desires.

Life is what’s happening while you’re worrying.

Silence is so much more productive of wisdom and clarity in thinking.

Understand the place of love in a spiritual life. A powerful and blissful type of love has no conditions, no ownership and no people involved. Be free from fear. Be who you are. That is love.

Meditation is like a gym in which you develop the powerful mental muscles of calm and insight.

My first meditation teacher told me that there is no such thing as a bad meditation. He was right. During the difficult meditations you build up your strength, which creates meditation for peace.

Be mindful, be compassionate and nurture the circumstances that find you in this good time so it will last longer.

Love, oneness, is no separation between you and life. It is a progressive letting go, a progressive not fault finding.

Chaos is impatient. It’s random. And above all it’s selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hunger. But Chaos can also be appealing. It tempts you to believe that nothing matters except what you want.

I need not instruct you of my belief: Time gives all and takes all away ; everything changes but nothing perishes ;

I would lay down everything i possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn’t love, it’s the best i have.

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

I’m just making an observation. They’re crying out for the love that maybe they didn’t get at home, and they got everything.

Time will heal everything.

The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.

The imagination is the spur of delights… all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?