You have to hike up the mountain path to reach the summit. Thinking won’t get you there.
What bends, can break.
People think in such grand terms-unconditional love, changing the world, doing the impossible. They fail to see the joy, the immense bliss, which lies in simple everyday acts.
Races are won and lost long before the finish line.
Pornography is sexual materialism.
The satisfaction, the immense joy, which accompanies the completion of simple, everyday tasks.
One writes primarily to free oneself from oneself.
It’s fun to invent systems and meanings and then poke holes in them.
An aphorism is something that can’t be said any other way.
People on foot, on bikes, in cars, on planes-all chasing freedom.
A group of sentences joined together is like a mob: up to no good.
The world we see is beyond our understanding but not beyond our love.
When you enjoy a thought or activity, it’s irrelevant whether it’s meaningful or not.
Seekers, what are you seeking? Why aren’t you happy just to be alive?
When planning the new Utopia, be sure to take the emotions into account.
Silence stands between the trees, waiting for the wind’s roar.
There is no end to wonder once one starts really looking.
If all the gods are indeed dead, I like to think they died laughing.
All this thinking and questioning is just a game. There is no real seriousness to it.
What I learned from the flowers: to live effortlessly.