Meditation is THE fundamental practice of the Quest.

Solitude is strength; to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more alone than he imagines.

Every morning is like a new reincarnation into this world. Let us take it then for what it is and live each moment anew.

When it seems humanly impossible to do more in a difficult situation, surrender yourself to the inner silence and thereafter wait for a sign of obvious guidance or for a renewal of inner strength.

That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world's sounds.

Your self is sacred; be true to it.

When every situation which life can offer is turned to the profit of spiritual growth, no situation can really be a bad one.

The Quest not only begins in the heart but also ends there.

You may accept the inevitable with bitterness and resentment or with patience and grace. Mere acceptance is not sufficient.

Worry is spiritual short sight... Its cure is intelligent faith.

The world is our school for spiritual discovery.

They were coming back to his mother's neighborhood now, the eastern boundary of which was a bridge spanning a know of train tracks that cut through the city like a zipper.

It is rather for us here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion.

A lot of bands mature, which means they get square; they start delivering messages. Hey, you got a message, use Western Union.

The great thing about being up early on a Sunday is nothing.

The best entertainment speaks to the human condition in an honest way.

I created no authority that wasn't already there under the constitution.

I don't miss another opportunity to try to do my best to finish the things I have left undone. I could say: It's my unresolved karma that wakes me up in the morning.

If literature survives at all, it is as retreat for those who refuse to assimilate to American mass culture.

It is not that we don't know the right answers, it is just that we don't ask the right questions.

He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.