Time is of your own making; Its clock ticks in your head. The moment you stop thought Time too stops dead.

I am like God and God like me. I am as large as God. He is as small as I. He cannot above me nor I beneath him be.

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

By the will art thou lost, by the will art thou found, by the will art thou free, captive, and bound.

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.

Do not seek God in outer space-- Your heart is the only place in which to meet Him face to face.

God does not care what good you did, but why you did it. He does not grade the fruit but probes the core and tests the root.

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.

When you have knowledge, patience, and passion, and pair those with hard work, you will find success -- but don’t ever forget about kindness.

You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a grown-up. It never goes away.

The truth of a theory can never be proven, for one never knows if future experience will contradict its conclusions.

I'd say mostly I paint hot chicks.

perhaps all this modern ferment of what's known as 'social conscience' or 'civic responsibility' isn't a result of the sense of duty, but of the old, old craving for beauty.

Turn down the noise. Reduce the speed. Be like the somnolent bears, or those other animals that slow down and almost die in the cold season. Let it be the way it is. The magic is there in its power.

Our prayers are heard by God not according to what we try to be when we pray, but who we are when we are not praying

The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.

Look at your body— A painted puppet, a poor toy Of jointed parts ready to collapse, A diseased and suffering thing With a head full of false imaginings. —The Dhammapada