Whatever you do, do with deep alertness, then even small things become sacred.

Discover yourself, otherwise you have to depend on other people's opinions who don't know themselves.

If love can not keep you together, nothing else can keep you together. And if

True freedom is always spiritual. It has something to do with your innermost being, which cannot be chained, handcuffed, or put into a jail.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

The whole world is a cyclone. But once you have found the center, the cyclone disappears. This nothingness is the ultimate peak of consciousness.

-- So this is the measure of your God's Mercy.-- No. This is the measure of Pharaoh's soul.

He that plants trees loves others besides himself.

Peace and love is the absence of religion in the presence of God.

Forget physics, forget organic chem, forget reading James Joyce's Ulysses - organizing your time is one of the biggest challenges you'll face in your academic career.

The first snowball I froze was put in my mother's deep freeze when I was in my early 20s.

We need people who can actually do things. We have too many bosses and too few workers. More college graduates ought to become plumbers or electricians, then go home at night and read Shakespeare.

Faith is the fountain, the foundation and the fosterer of obedience.

People would be so much more interesting if they'd behave like who they are, and not like what they think others expect them to be.

In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.

It is easy to make plans but difficult to carry them out