我们都有自己的时间机器。带我们回去的叫回忆，带我们前行的叫梦想。
唯一真正的监狱是恐惧，唯一真正的自由是从恐惧中解脱。
世界是平的，而我们正站在上面。
When the mind that is subtle goes out through the brain and the sense-organs, the gross names and forms appear; when it stays in the heart, the names and forms disappear.
Sometimes it’s the people no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine.