This search for perfection - which is a search for divinity - is nothing more than the failure to accept our existence the way it is.

Spiritual life is like a moving sidewalk. Whether you go with it or spend your whole life running against it, you're still going to be taken along.

When there is no longer a cyclone, there is no longer an eye. So the storms, crises and sufferings of life are a way of finding the eye.

The truest communication with God is absolute, total silence; there is not a single word in existence that can convey this communication.

In some ways, all our experiences of God are beyond belief, because all conceptual beliefs pale when compared to the experiential reality.

To be forgiven is not enough; we must put an end to the very need to be forgiven.

Once beyond the self, however, holiness is no longer possible, because now, there is nothing left to give and no-one left to do the giving.

Spiritual life is like a moving sidewalk. Whether you go with it or spend your whole life running against it you're still going to be taken along.

We're living in a time when the world has suddenly discovered India because it's run out of raw material for its imagination. The raw materials for imagination are inexhaustible here.

The Future is hidden even from those who are forging it.

We were really sick of silver.

The man who doctors himself with the aid of medical books, runs the risk of dying of a typographical error.

There are only two reasons to sit in the back row of an airplane: Either you have diarrhea, or you're anxious to meet people who do.

If you aim for only wealth, beauty, fame, & power, you aim too low. Humility, gentleness, gratitude, & service is aiming high.

If human love hath power to penetrate the veil--and hath it not?--then there are yet living here a few who have the blessedness of knowing that an angel loves them.

To Harmodius, descended from the ancient Harmodius, when he reviled Iphicrates [a shoemaker's son] for his mean birth, "My nobility," said he, "begins in me, but yours ends in you.

Zen is very easy! It's like touching your nose when you wash your face in the morning!

Grace could not have done it’s curing work if the law had not first done its crushing work.