The world does not exist outside my own mind. What appears to me as a world is at every moment the faithful representation of my thoughts. …

I am not a victim of my past, unless I choose to let the ego run my mind — which is what I usually do because the ego does not want me to remember that I really have a choice in lending the power of my mind — the immeasurable strength of my belief — to either the fear of ego or the Love of God. …

Most of what we learn in life is not really worth remembering. That realization is in itself a great relief. If you then also happen to find that you’re never too old to learn about everything that does not matter at all, your life is becoming lighter, and also more meaningful. …

If I really want to stick to the facts, I can only say, “I don’t know whether I exist.” Is there really such a thing as a self? And even if there is, I don’t know whether there’s a real world outside my own mind. …

The stories I tell make my past, my future, my world. The world is not something solid: it’s made up only of the stories I’m telling myself. Everything that happens is a projection of the mind. …