Our minds work in real time, which begins at the Big Bang and will end, if there is a Big Crunch – which seems unlikely, now, from the latest data showing accelerating expansion. Consciousness would come to an end at a singularity.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

People say maybe we have a soul and chimpanzees don’t. I feel that it’s quite possible that if we have souls, chimpanzees have souls as well.

Myths can’t be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time.

I’m interested in the dream and subconscious mind, the peculiar dream-like quality of our lives, sometime nightmare quality of our lives.

For years, my early work with Roger Penrose seemed to be a disaster for science. It showed that the universe must have begun with a singularity, if Einstein’s general theory of relativity is correct. That appeared to indicate that science could not predict how the universe would begin.

Great minds are related to the brief span of time during which they live as great buildings are to a little square in which they stand: you cannot see them in all their magnitude because you are standing too close to them.

Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay.

A truer image of the world, I think, is obtained by picturing things as entering into the stream of time from an eternal world outside, than from a view which regards time as the devouring tyrant of all that is.

It is natural for the mind to believe and for the will to love; so that, for want of true objects, they must attach themselves to false.

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

Just as our eyes need light in order to see, our minds need ideas in order to conceive.

Maybe stories are just data with a soul.

The ‚I think‘ which Kant said must be able to accompany all my objects, is the ‚I breathe‘ which actually does accompany them.

I try to lead by example, being conscious of others and being responsible.

Generally, a writer of force is anywhere from 20 years to 200 years ahead of his generation.

All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large American city in a single year. Not all bits have equal value.

Grace is not part of consciousness; it is the amount of light in our souls, not knowledge nor reason.

I had a lot of resistance, and not just to fame. I was always conscious of not changing.

Humans are unbelievably data efficient. You don’t have to drive 1 million miles to drive a car, but the way we teach a self-driving car is have it drive a million miles.

When people get taken over by the ego to such an extent, there is nothing else in their mind except the ego. They can no longer feel or sense their humanity – what they share with other human beings, or even with other life forms on the planet. They are so identified with concepts in their minds that other human beings become concepts as well.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

I don’t digest things with my mind.

Before 1915, space and time were thought of as a fixed arena in which events took place, but which was not affected by what happened in it. Space and time are now dynamic quantities… space and time not only affect but are also affected by everything that happens in the universe.

Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.

The painter who draws merely by practice and by eye, without any reason, is like a mirror which copies every thing placed in front of it without being conscious of their existence.

The philosophical question before us is, when we make an observation of our track in the past, does the result of our observation become real in the same sense that the final state would be defined if an outside observer were to make the observation?

Let each know that for each the body, the mind and the soul have been freed to fulfill themselves.

Acceptance looks like a passive state, but in reality it brings something entirely new into this world. That peace, a subtle energy vibration, is consciousness.

I think the brain is essentially a computer and consciousness is like a computer program. It will cease to run when the computer is turned off. Theoretically, it could be re-created on a neural network, but that would be very difficult, as it would require all one’s memories.

Time is the only critic without ambition.

Culture of the mind must be subservient to the heart.

When you work as a humanitarian, you are conscious that politics have to be considered. Because if you really want to make an extreme change, then you have a responsibility.

Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.

Whether if soul did not exist time would exist or not, is a question that may fairly be asked; for if there cannot be someone to count there cannot be anything that can be counted, so that evidently there cannot be number; for number is either what has been, or what can be, counted.

I give the name of cosmic sense to the more or less confused affinity that binds us psychologically to the All which envelops us. The existence of this feeling is indubitable, and apparently as old as the beginning of thought… The cosmic sense must have been born as soon as man found himself facing the forest, the sea and the stars.

My favorite things in life don’t cost any money. It’s really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.

The extent of your consciousness is limited only by your ability to love and to embrace with your love the space around you, and all it contains.

I believe time wounds all heels.

I have wondered about time all my life.

When your physical energy and mind combines, it’s great.

In so far as the mind is stronger than the body, so are the ills contracted by the mind more severe than those contracted by the body.

Have you ever watched a crab on the shore crawling backward in search of the Atlantic Ocean, and missing? That’s the way the mind of man operates.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

I sometimes ask people, ‚Can you be aware of your own presence? Not the thoughts that you’re having, not the emotions that you’re having, but the very presence of your very being?‘ You become aware of your own presence by sensing the entire energy field in your body that is alive. And that is the totality of your presence.

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.

Well, the future for me is already a thing of the past.

The magical, supernatural force that is with us every second is time. We can’t even comprehend it. It’s such an illusion, it’s such a strange thing.

The universe can take quite a while to deliver.

Experts often possess more data than judgment.

Because in a split second, it’s gone.

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.

Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind.

But we try to pretend, you see, that the external world exists altogether independently of us.

Religious bondage shackles and debilitates the mind and unfits it for every noble enterprise, every expanded prospect.

Many people in this world are still so identified with every thought that arises in their head. There is not the slightest space of awareness there.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

I must have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a week sometimes to make it up.

Where the mind goes, the man follows.

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.