Osho

To be in time is to be asleep: to be awake is to be in eternity.

Every being is in search of truth, but small fears go on preventing you.

My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don’t have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.

Don’t seek, don’t search, don’t ask, don’t knock, don’t demand — relax!

Other men are lenses through which we read our own minds. Each man seeks those of different quality from his own, and such as are good of their kind; that is, he seeks other men, and the rest.

No man is fit to command another that cannot command himself.

No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character.

If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.

Monarchies, aristocracies, and religions are all based upon that large defect in your race – the individual’s distrust of his neighbor, and his desire, for safety’s or comfort’s sake, to stand well in his neighbor’s eye. These institutions will always remain, and always flourish, and always oppress you, affront you, and degrade you, because you will always be and remain slaves of minorities. There was never a country where the majority of the people were in their secret hearts loyal to any of these institutions.

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.

The life of man is the true romance, which when it is valiantly conduced, will yield the imagination a higher joy than any fiction.

Only kings, presidents, editors, and people with tapeworms have the right to use the editorial “we.”

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

In your Salvation shelter I saw poverty, misery, cold and hunger. You gave them bread and treacle and dreams of heaven. I give from thirty shillings a week to twelve thousand a year. They find their own dreams; but I look after the drainage.

Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance! What hymning of cancerous vices may we not languish over as sublimest art in the safe remoteness of a strange language and artificial phrase! Yet we keep a repugnance to rheumatism and other painful effects when presented in our personal experience.

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

The world is his who has money to go over it.

Logic is like the sword – those who appeal to it, shall perish by it.