If you don't like your world, question your thoughts about it.

The world is as you perceive it to be. For me, clarity is a word for beauty. It’s what I am. And when I’m clear, I see only beauty. Nothing else is possible.

The whole world is simply my story, projected back to me on the screen of my own perception. All of it.

Reality is always the story of a past, and what I love about the past is—it's over.

The Work is merely four questions; it's not even a thing. It has no motive, no strings. It's nothing without your answers. These four questions will join any program you've got ad enhance it. Any religion you have-they'll enhance it. If you have no religion, they will bring you joy. And they'll burn up anything that isn't true for you. They'll burn through to the reality that has always been waiting.

To argue with reality is to argue with God

Arguing with reality it like trying to teach a cat to bark.

Insanity is arguing with reality.

If you want reality to be different than it is, you might as well try to teach a cat to bark.

I realized that it's insane to oppose it. When I argue with reality, I lose-but only 100% of the time. How do I know that the wind should blow? It's blowing!

When we stop opposing reality, action becomes simple, fluid, kind, and fearless.

Nothing terrible has ever happened except in our thinking. Reality is always good, even in situations that seem like nightmares. The story we tell is the only nightmare that we have lived.

Reality - the way that is, exactly as it is, in every moment - is always kind. It's our story about reality that blurs our vision, obscures what's true, and leads us to believe that there is injustice in the world. I sometimes say that you move totally away from reality when you believe that there is a legitimate reason to suffer.

The opening to reality, as it really is, is beauty.

When you srgue with reality, you lose, but only 100% of the time.

Reality doesn't wait for your opinion, vote, or permission, sweetheart. It just keeps being what it is and doing what it does.

Spare yourself from seeking love, approval, or appreciation-from anyone. And watch what happens in reality, just for fun.

Without an uninvestigated story, there's only the perfection of life appearing as itself. You can always go inside and find the beauty that's revealed after the pain and fear are understood.

Every uncomfortable feeling, every pain, every moment of stress & suffering is for your own self-realizatio n.

Lack of understanding is always painful.

Some of us are returning to sanity, because we're tired of the pain. We're in a hurry. No time to mess around.

The pain shows you what's left to investigate.

It's good that it hurts. Pain is the signal that you're confused, that you're in a lie.

If you're yelling within you that they shouldn't yell at you, that is where the pain begins, not with their yelling at you.

When you say or do anything to please, get, keep, influence, or control anyone or anything, fear is the cause and pain is the result.

You're never given more pain than you can handle. You never, ever get more than you can take.

That's what every uncomfortable feeling is for-that's what pain is for, what money is for, what everything in the world is for: your self-realization.

It makes sense that no one else can cause you pain. That's your job.

The spoken word was the first technology by which man was able to let go of his environment in order to grasp it in a new way.

Where the whole man is involved there is no work. Work begins with the division of labor.

The car has become the carapace, the protective and aggressive shell, of urban and suburban man.

Societies have always been shaped more by the nature of the media by which men communicate than by the content of the communication.

For tribal man space was the uncontrollable mystery. For technological man it is time that occupies the same role.

An administrator in a bureaucratic world is a man who can feel big by merging his non-entity in an abstraction. A real person in touch with real things inspires terror in him.

The name of a man is a numbing blow from which he never recovers.

What is very little understood about the electronic age is that it angelizes man, disembodies him. Turns him into software.

I expect to see the coming decades transform the planet into an art form; the new man, linked in a cosmic harmony that transcends time and space, will sensuously caress and mold and pattern every facet of the terrestrial artifact as if it were a work of art, and man himself will become an organic art form.

Professionalism merges the individual into patterns of total environment. Amateurism seeks the development of the total awareness of the individual and the critical awareness of the groundrules of society. The amateur can afford to lose. The professional tends to classify and specialise, to accept uncritically the groundrules of the environment. The groundrules provided by the mass response of his colleagues serve as a pervasive environment of which he is contentedly unaware. The 'expert' is the man who stays put.

Language as the technology of human extension, whose powers of division and separation we know so well, may have been the "Tower of Babel" by which men sought to scale the highest heavens. Today computers hold out the promise of a means of instant tr

The 'expert' is the man who stays put.

You see, Dad, Professor McLuhan says that the environment that man creates becomes his medium for defining his role in it. The invention of type created linear, or sequential thought, separating thought from action. Now, with TV and folk singing, thought and action are closer and social involvement is greater. We again live in a village. Get it?

Physiologically, man in the normal use of technology (or his variously extended body) is perpetually modified by it and in turn finds ever new ways of modifying his technology. Man becomes, as it were, the sex organs of the machine world, as the bee of the plant world, enabling it to fecundate and to evolve ever new forms. The machine world reciprocates man's love by expediting his wishes and desires, namely, in providing him with wealth.

Until writing was invented, man lived in acoustic space: boundless, directionless, horizonless, in the dark of the mind, in the world of emotion...

Money is a poor man's credit card.

If the work of the city is the remaking or translating of man into a more suitable form than his nomadic ancestors achieved, then might not our current translation of our entire lives into the spiritual form of information seem to make of the entire.

Ads are carefully designed by the Madison Avenue frog-men of-the-mind for semiconscious exposure.

There is no more great men; there is only great committees.

The new media are not bridges between man and nature; they are nature.

Electronic man has no physical body.

Nowadays there is no conversation at all. Teachers distrust talk as much as business men.