There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

Caught by our own thoughts, we worry about everything.

The moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given, the door will open.

Everything about yesterday has gone with yesterday. Today, it is needed to say new things.

Your radiance shines in every atom of creation yet our petty desires keep it hidden.

Whenever they rebuild an old building, they must first of all destroy the old one.

Clean out your ears, don’t listen for what you already know.

Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen.

I lost my hat while gazing at the moon, and then I lost my mind.

You have forgotten the One who doesn’t care about ownership, who doesn’t try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.

Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field, I’ll meet you there.

Death has nothing to do with going away. The sun sets. The moon sets. But they are not gone.

In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.

Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands looks for something, will find it.

Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought.

Sit, be still, and listen.

I should be suspicious of what I want.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that.

What good does it do to sit at the counter when you cannot afford a hamburger?

Property is intended to serve life, and no matter how much we surround it with rights and respect, it has no personal being. It is part of the earth man walks on. It is not man.

One of the great tragedies of life is that men seldom bridge the gulf between practice and profession, between doing and saying.

The quality, not the longevity, of one’s life is what is important.