What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it's a drag? But you see, that's what people do.

We identify in our exerience a differentiation between what we do and what happens to us.

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

Wars based on principle are far more destructive... the attacker will not destroy that which he is after.

We identify in our exerience a differentiation between what we do and what happens to us.

The reason we want to go on and on is because we live in an impoverished present.

The religious idea of God cannot do full duty for the metaphysical infinity.

The difficulty for most of us in the modern world is that the old-fashioned idea of God has become incredible or implausible.

So what is discord at one level of your being is harmony at another level.

No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.

You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.

The style of God venerated in the church, mosque, or synagogue seems completely different from the style of the natural universe.

Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.

The myths underlying our culture and underlying our common sense have not taught us to feel identical with the universe, but only parts of it, only in it, only confronting it -...

So the bodhisattva saves all beings, not by preaching sermons to them, but by showing them that they are delivered, they are liberated, by the act of not being able to stop...

The moralist is the person who tells people that they ought to be unselfish, when they still feel like egos, and his efforts are always and invariably futile.