The fear of any imagined time to come... IS the time of fear.

Whatever it may be within us that fears death... is itself the thing that must die.

Here’s the last thing that ever occurs to us when running away from some unwanted moment: it’s impossible to outrun what we don't understand about ourselves!

Resisting the revelation of any existing limitation is like resenting the ocean because you never learned how to swim...

We gaze upon a brightly colored veil -- see it flutter in the breeze of some passing event -- and call it the world.

Passing time reveals the true nature of thought to be naught but grains of sand, endlessly spilling themselves out of -- and back into -- the nothingness from out of which they have come.

We can’t be anxiously looking for real Life, and take part in its rebirth at the same time...

Never run from any moment you don’t understand, as whatever your conflict may be in that moment with life... (it) will be waiting for you when, and wherever you come to a stop.

The one who awakens is no more troubled over what others may think of him or her than is the sun concerned by people who complain it rises too early, or sets too late!

Our awareness of anything pure, innocent, and beautiful -- any moment realized as timeless and true -- is the temporary experience of the abiding union between heaven and earth and, in that same instant, to know ourselves as its witness.