No man can teach another self-knowledge. He can only lead him or her up to self-discovery - the source of truth.

When the robot mind is mastered, undisciplined thinking ceases and is replaced by awareness. Awareness can know love.

Acknowledgement is the only way to keep love alive.

Love is all around you like the air, and is the very breath of your being.

Nothing is true in self-discovery unless it is true in your own experience. This is the only protection against the robot levels of the mind.

Truth does not need argument, agreement, theories or beliefs. There is only one test for it and that is to ask yourself 'Is the statement true or false in my experience?'

You can experience consciousness now by experiencing the fact that you exist.

The whole purpose of existence is to bring love into existence where it is needed.

WE HAVE SEEN that hunger and breathing are desires of the body. There are other desires that are not of the body, but again man seldom pauses to observe these desires in himself.

All love - love of children, love of parents, love of God or life - comes out of making physical love. Without the making of love there is no body to love anything.

Love is the state of enlightenment and enlightenment is the state of love. You can't make any separation between them. Enlightenment is the state of no feelings and pure knowledge and so is love.

If you truly have faith in your convictions, then your convictions should be able to stand criticism and testing.

No doubt the foregoing litany of obstacles in the path of success stands out more sharply in retrospect than it did at the time. Hindsight can distort

There is no failure in life, there are only those who don't know how to succeed.

When seeing the simple truth means recognizing that we're in sin, we would rather see things as being complicated.

My pacifism is not based on any intellectual theory but on a deep antipathy to every form of cruelty and hatred.

Being religious is quintessentially American.

I was a Catholic boy, redeemed through pain, not through joy.

What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?

Happy was she who could believe without seeing, who was at one with the duration and continuity of life.

Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was jealous.