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.

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

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.

When good people in any country cease their vigilance and struggle, then evil men prevail.

Letting an emotion move through you is healthy. Letting an emotion define you is not.

The United Nations has no business in our elections.

I would lie in bed, and I was nine years old, and say to myself: 'I want to be the richest man in the world.' I've come a long way from there.

You can't put a load of rockstars up on a stage and expect to wipe out global poverty. That's ludicrous.

The world is crazily in love with you, wildly and innocently in love. Even now, thousands of secret helpers are conspiring to turn you into the beautiful curiosity you were born to be.

One of the most intuitive nature writers of our recently past century, Peter Matthiessen, lends a poets voice to the desperate effort to save the tiger.

I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

I think for my part one half of the nation is mad - and the other not very sound.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.