People are no longer primarily in opposition, nor can they be said to be interacting, rather they are participating in this pool of common meaning which is capable of constant development and change.

The ability to perceive or think differently is more important than the knowledge gained.

We could say that practically all the problems of the human race are due to the fact that thought is not proprioceptive.

Ultimately, the entire universe...has to be understood as a single undivided whole.

Real dialogue is where two or more people become willing to suspend their certainty in each other's presence.

To change your reality you have to change your inner thoughts.

We are all linked by a fabric of unseen connections. This fabric is constantly changing and evolving. This field is directly structured and influenced by our behavior and by our understanding.

Thought creates our world, and then says 'I didn't do it

In some sense man is a microcosm of the universe; therefore what man is, is a clue to the universe. We are enfolded in the universe.

Ultimately, all moments are really one, therefore now is an eternity.

Space is not empty. It is full, a plenum as opposed to a vacuum, and is the ground for the existence of everything, including ourselves. The universe is not separate from this cosmic sea of energy.

Hey, ants!" she shouted. "Please help. Anteater is very hungry, but cannot find any food.

She’d die before she let that demon touch her again. But maybe that was his plan all along.

I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.

Romans park their cars the way I would park if I had just spilled a beaker of hydrochloric acid on my lap.

Storm clouds of terror and dictatorship are gathering over the whole country... They must not be allowed to bring eternal night.

We learn from history that man can never learn anything from history.

I was an observer. I liked to listen rather than openly express myself. This trait is something that I've retained over the years.

We have a secret weapon...it is called Nationalism

Mr. Darcy began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.

If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead