There is no 'my self' and 'his self'. There is the Self, the only Self of all. Misled by the diversity of names and shapes, minds and bodies, you imagine multiple selves.

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.

And they are ignorant that the purpose of the sword is to save every man from slavery.

I'm an algebra liar. I figure two good lies make a positive.

The naturalness of life... the sense of community is, I think, a very important factor in an artist's life.

Do us all a favor and toss your mouth overboard.

I'm familiar with that feeling of silence that comes with a very imminent catastrophe, when you know you have absolutely no control over a situation.

You can ravish your woman so deeply that her surrender breaks your heart into light.

We’ve been proud of the fact that we were known for our music first and it has been what makes us work harder

It's okay to love something a little too much,as long as it's real to you.

People get successful and they start saying, 'Well of course I am! I was chosen! I'm special!' No, you're not.

Birth, not death, is the hard loss.