Eckhart Tolle

When you are present, you can allow the mind to be as it is without getting entangled in it.

Wherever you are, be there totally.

Stress is caused by being here but wanting to be there.

All the things that truly matter, beauty, love, creativity, joy and inner peace arise from beyond the mind.

I have lived with several Zen masters – all of them cats.

Guilt, regret, resentment, sadness and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past and not enough presence.

I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.

Wherever there is power there is age.

I am not an Athenian, nor a Greek, but a citizen of the world.

The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary.

We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.

Put an Irishman on the spit and you can always get another Irishman to turn him.

What is it they want from a man that they didn’t get from his work? What do they expect? What is there left of him when he’s done his work? What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What’s left of the man when the work’s done but a shambles of apology.

We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

The key to the age may be this, or that, or the other, as the young orators describe; the key to all ages is – Imbecility; imbecility in the vast majority of men, at all times, and, even in heroes, in all but certain eminent moments; victims of gravity, custom, and fear.

Things do not change; we change.

Just praise is only a debt, but flattery is a present.

I think that we may safely trust a good deal more than we do. We may waive just so much care of ourselves as we honestly bestow elsewhere.

When you do something, you should burn yourself up completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.