An occupied mind is a petty mind, whether its occupation is with God, with envy, or with sex
Can the known, the mind, ever contain or comprehend the unknown?
How eagerly the mind accepts a pattern of existence, and how tenaciously it clings to it!
It is only when the mind is not caught in the net of certainty, and is not seeking certainty, that it is in a state of discovery
It is only when the totality of the mind is still, that the creative, the nameless comes into being
It's strange how the mind is occupied with its own thoughts, with watching and listening
Most minds are conservative, they resist change
Our acquisitions are a means of covering up our own emptiness; our minds are like hollow drums, beaten upon by every passing hand and making a lot of noise
The mid is free only when it is no longer conditioned by its own experiences, by knowledge, vanity, envy; and meditation is the fleeing of the mind from all these things, from all self-centered activities and influences
The mind is like a machine that is working night and day, chattering, everlastingly busy whether asleep or awake
The mind is never rich in complete emptiness; there is always a corner which is active, planning, chattering, busy.
The mind is not merely the surface activity, but also the hidden movements of many centuries
The mind is only experience, not just the immediate but also the accumulated
The mind is quiet only when it is not caught in thought, which is the net of its own activity
The mind is the maker of time, it is time
The mind moves from the known to the known, from one conclusion to another; so there's never freedom from the known
The occupied mind is a dull, routine mind; in essence, it's mediocre
The very activity of the mind is a barrier to its own understanding
When the mind is weighed down with the things it has gathered, the heart withers




