Life is a single never-ending event that is divided into innumerable mostly-ending events by the mind.

The mind is either a visitor, or an oppressor.

The mind is a wonderful problem-solving machine without which there exists not even a single problem.

The mind cannot really rest or be still: it is either busy, or non-existent.

We can realize, not that our mind is wandering, but that it was.

The breath is the rein for the mind.

Meditation is massage for the mind.

We show our animal nature by not living for the future, and our human nature by not living in the present.

Most people’s minds are almost always too busy for them to feel their skins being caressed by the wind or the sun.