If you teach three university courses a day, you need something to turn your mind off.

Ramana Maharshi and Rumi would agree: the joy of being human is in uncovering the core we already are, the treasure buried in the ruin.

I think we all have a core that's ecstatic, that knows and that looks up in wonder. We all know that there are marvelous moments of eternity that just happen. We know them.

When you meet a new friend, the world has more light in it, doesn't it? Things become more spontaneous, and more full of laughing and freedom and novelty.

It's such a foolish thing to argue about names, when what we're doing is all one thing.

The religions of the world are luminous in their individuality, and they have valuable social and soulmaking functions. Surely someday we will quit killing each other over their different strategies.

Just being sentient and in a body with the sun coming up is a state of rapture.

Longing becomes more poignant if in the distance you can't tell whether your friend is going away or coming back. The pushing away pulls you in.

Anything you grab hold of on the bank breaks with the river's pressure. When you do things from your soul, the river itself moves through you. Freshness and a deep joy are signs of the current.

It's a beautiful lucid dream that has language that I can fiddle with.

There's some sort of exchange that goes on between human beings that is one of the highest things we do.

The hatred of those who hate me is like a boomerang to them

Mindful living is a conscious way of living – noticing the beauty of life in every moment.

That's good. And speaking of spelling, tell me -- do you wrap your head in a towel after you shower?

No good man ever became suddenly rich.

It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness.

Zen is the fastest method I know of, aside from mysticism, of dissolving the fixations people have about spiritual practice and themselves.

I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.

My purpose is to paint the life of my people as I know it.

He that endureth to the end, shall be saved.

I suspect people always thought I had a boyfriend, so nobody came after me.