The practice of meditation is represented by the three monkeys, who cover their eyes, ears and mouths so as to avoid the phenomenal world.

Play your part in the comedy, but don't identify yourself with your role!

Why are you unhappy? Because 99.9 percent, Of everything you think, And of everything you do, Is for yourself - And there isn’t one.

Disciples and devotees…what are most of them doing? Worshipping the teapot instead of drinking the tea!

It is only with total humility, and in absolute stillness of mind that we can know what indeed we are.

Worshiping the teapot instead of drinking the tea.

THIS which is seeking is THAT which is sought, and THAT which is sought is THIS which is seeking.

What is your trouble? Mistaken identity.

Never forget, what your looking for is what is looking.

What do you have to do? Pack your bags, Go to the station without them, Catch the train, And leave your self behind.

We do not possess an 'ego.' We are possessed by the idea of one.

Beneath the cacophony of sound generated by our world lies the quiet whisper of universal intelligence. Allow it to be heard...

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

No matter what we predict for our futures, we're always wrong anyway. The only sensible thing to do is to live this life as it is right now. Leave what happens after you die till after you die.

As Bob Dole found out, you can't keep a positive image while being your party's mouthpiece in Congress. That's why no legislative leader since James Madison has ever been elected president.

No matter how bad things get, you can always see the beauty in them. The worse things get, the more you have to make yourself see the magic in order to survive.

Each language gives you something different so that's a good enough reason for you to learn it.

What is it precisely, that feeling of 'returning' from a poem? Something is lighter, softer, larger - then it fades, but never completely.

I realised the amazing power of literature and of the human imagination generally: to make the dead live and to stop the living from dying.

He sighed. " I don't think an apology will do, Mercy. Because an apology implies that you wouldn't do it again. And, under the circumstances, you wouldn't do anything differently, would you?" "No.