The primary purpose of meditation is to become conscious of, and familiar with, our inner life. The ultimate purpose is to reach the source of life and consciousness.

Instead of searching for what you do not have, find out what it is that you have never lost.

Shift your attention from words to silence and you will hear.

Whatever happens, happens to you by you, through you; you are the creator, enjoyer and destroyer of all you perceive.

We miss the real by lack of attention, and create the unreal by excess of imagination.

You cannot transcend what you do not know. To go beyond yourself, you must know yourself.

There is only life, there is nobody who lives a life.

The consciousness in you and the consciousness in me, apparently two, really one, seek unity and that is love.

The problem is not yours - it is your mind's only. Begin by disassociating yourself from your mind. Resolutely remind yourself that you are not the mind and that its problems are not yours.

As you watch your mind, you discover your self as the watcher. When you stand motionless, only watching, you discover your self as the light behind the watcher.

Sometimes I feel I am everything, I call that Love. Sometimes I feel I am nothing, I call that Wisdom. Between Love and Wisdom my life continuously flows.

Irony serves as an alibi for a fetish.

I've always thought I've got to work and I want to work. When I was younger I had friends who on a Saturday would be going out to the shops but I was working from 8.30am to 6.30pm. I w

It's frightening and unnerving to watch a stone melt.

I'm not just a model who plays volleyball, or a volleyball player who supports herself modeling. I'm a female athlete personality.

For all who love freedom and peace, the world without Saddam Hussein's regime is a better and safer place.

Some comedians love their characters. I don't fall in love with mine. In fact, I get tired of them very fast. You have to be willing to throw it all away.

War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing - too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.

For how tiny the world, This ant's egg-and the sky!

There's been a lot of coming home in the early mornings after funny nights out, having bizarre sandwiches in bed.

You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.