“No book can teach you about yourself, no psychologist, none of the professors or philosophers. What they can teach you is what they think you are or what they think you should be.”

Most people like to live in illusions.

Religion, politics, society are exploiting you, and you are being conditioned by them; you are being forced in a particular direction. You are not human beings; you are mere cogs in a machine.

Thought is so cunning, so clever, that it distorts everything for its own convenience.

In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself.

The word ‘innocence’ means a mind that is incapable of being hurt.

Fear is nonacceptance of what is.

If your eyes are blinded with your worries, you cannot see the beauty of the sunset.

When you do not name a group of people, you are compelled to look at each individual face and not treat them all as the mass.

Only when the mind is still, tranquil, not expecting or grasping or resisting a single thing, is it possible to see what is true. It is the truth that liberates, not your effort to be free.

If you find out what it is you love to do and give your whole life to it, then there is no contradiction, and in that state your being is your doing.

Intuition is the only true guide in life.

Its beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. it means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society.

The ability to observe without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence.

There is an art of seeing things as they are: without naming, without being caught in a network of words, without thinking interfering with perception.

It is truth that liberates, not your effort to be free.

What you are the world is. And without your transformation, there can be no transformation of the world.

My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa would amount to something after all.

Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.

I’m still old-fashioned. I love dusty old books and libraries.

The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.

I believe no one can read the history of our country without realizing that the Good Book and the spirit of the Savior have from the beginning been our guiding geniuses.

If I write a book where all I’ve ever experienced is success, people won’t take a positive lesson from it. In being candid, I have to own up to my own failures, both in my marriage and in my work environment.

At night I sit in my chamber and read the bible. Far in the distance roars the sea. Then I lie down and think for a long time about the calm and pale man from Nazareth.

I’ve read hundreds of cookbooks. Most of those cookbooks don’t even tell you how to get a steak ready, how to bake biscuits or an apple pie.