Truth cannot be taught but it is quickly recognised by the person ready to discover it.

When the robot mind is mastered, undisciplined thinking ceases and is replaced by awareness. Awareness can know love.

Acknowledgement is the only way to keep love alive.

Love is all around you like the air, and is the very breath of your being.

Nothing is true in self-discovery unless it is true in your own experience. This is the only protection against the robot levels of the mind.

Truth does not need argument, agreement, theories or beliefs. There is only one test for it and that is to ask yourself 'Is the statement true or false in my experience?'

You can experience consciousness now by experiencing the fact that you exist.

The whole purpose of existence is to bring love into existence where it is needed.

No man can teach another self-knowledge. He can only lead him or her up to self-discovery - the source of truth.

WE HAVE SEEN that hunger and breathing are desires of the body. There are other desires that are not of the body, but again man seldom pauses to observe these desires in himself.

All love - love of children, love of parents, love of God or life - comes out of making physical love. Without the making of love there is no body to love anything.

I want my world to start and end with you.

I would not be myself without writing.

Reader: Dear Mr. Snicket, What is the best way to keep a secret? Lemony Snicket : Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding.

Most painters have painted themselves. So have most poets: not so palpably indeed, but more assiduously. Some have done nothing else.

Giving someone the freedom to take responsibility releases resources that would otherwise remain concealed.

Privatisation splits hospital services into increasingly small packages.

The Mojave is a big desert and a frightening one. It’s as though nature tested a man for endurance and constancy to prove whether he was good enough to get to California.

My family believe you should never be flashy about anything. Maybe that handicapped me a little bit, that extreme humility.

One thing about playing the real jazz is that you can't count it.

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.