There is sorrow in finitude. The Self is beyond time, space and objects. It is infinite and hence of the nature of absolute happiness.

Do not be proud of wealth, people, relations and friends, or youth. All these are snatched by time in the blink of an eye. Giving up this illusory world, know and attain the Supreme.

Reality can be experienced only with the eye of understanding, not just by a scholar

Knowing that I am different from the body, I need not neglect the body. It is a vehicle that I use to transact with the world. It is the temple which houses the Pure Self within.

The world, like a dream full of attachments and aversions seems real until the awakening.

Loud speech, profusion of words, and possessing skillfulness in expounding scriptures are merely for the enjoyment of the learned. They do not lead to liberation.

When your last breath arrives, Grammar can do nothing.

Curb your senses and your mind and see the Lord within your heart.

The treasure I have found cannot be described in words, the mind cannot conceive of it.

Each thing tends to move towards its own nature. I always desire happiness which is my true nature. My nature is never a burden to me. Happiness is never a burden to me, whilst sorrow is.

What is enquiry into the Truth? It is the firm conviction that the Self is real, and all, other than That, is unreal.

Magical since Birth.

If you can't hold your drink, don't

One thing I know for sure: it is only by doing what we fear that we can ever truly learn to be brave.

Not all smart people work at Sun Microsystems.

We need a new definition of malnutrition. Malnutrition means under- and over-nutrition. Malnutrition means emaciated and obese.

Love does not always begin or end the way we wish it would.

As finite creatures who think and feel, we can create islands of meaning in the sea of information.

Make an obstacle an opportunity.

You start like a white blanket and you have to preserve that, and each year that you live chips away at your essential value.

Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.