Nothing Belongs To Me. Everything Comes And

When You Act Like A Teacher, It's Usually Because You're Afraid To Be The Student.

Suffering Over Things That Have Happened To Us Is Nothing More Than An Argument With The Past.

One Morning As I Lay Sleeping On The Floor, A Cockroach Crawled Over My Foot. And I Opened My Eyes Out Of This Dead Sleep - About A 43-year Sleep - And In Place Of All That Darkness Was A Joy That I Can't Describe.

Seeking Love Keeps You From The Awareness That You Already Have It—that You Are It.

It Is Not Your Business To Love Me. It Is Mine.