But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

In an age of movement, nothing is more critical than stillness.

It is when we are trapped in incessant streams of compulsive thinking that the universe really disintegrates for us, and we lose the ability to sense the interconnectedness of all that exists.

Men seek retreats for themselves – in the country, by the sea, in the hills – and you yourself are particularly prone to this yearning. But all this is quite unphilosophic, when it is open to you, at any time you want, to retreat into yourself. No retreat offers someone more quiet and relaxation than that into his own mind, especially if he can dip into thoughts there which put him at immediate and complete ease: and by ease I simply mean a well-ordered life. So constantly give yourself this retreat, and renew yourself. The doctrines you will visit there should be few and fundamental, sufficient at one meeting to wash away all your pain and send you back free of resentment at what you must rejoin.

Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.

Nothing is so bitter that a calm mind cannot find comfort in it.

Some people smoke, others drink, and others fall in love, each one dies in a different way.

Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.

Worry pretends to be necessary but serves no useful purpose.