Even in intake, the one steadfast thought is said to be the natural state. Nirvikalpa Samadhi will result when the sensory objects are not present.

Happiness is your nature. It is not wrong to desire it. What is wrong is seeking it outside when it is inside.

The question 'Who am I?' is not really meant to get an answer, the question 'Who am I?' is meant to dissolve the questioner.

Silence is truth. Silence is bliss. Silence is peace. And hence Silence is the Self.

Why should you trouble yourself about the future? You do not even properly know about the present. Take care of the present, the future will take care of itself.

Thoughts come and go. Feelings come and go. Find out what it is that remains.

Your true nature is that of infinite spirit. The feeling of limitation is the work of the mind.

Your own Self-Realization is the greatest service you can render the world.

If one's mind has peace, the whole world will appear peaceful.

All unhappiness is due to the ego. With it comes all your trouble. If you would deny the ego and scorch it by ignoring it you would be free.

No one succeeds without effort... Those who succeed owe their success to perseverance.

What we desire, more than a season or weather, is the comfortOf being strangers, at least to ourselves.

Never stop striving to become a better version of you.

We are never more like Christ than in prayers of intercession.

They know too well the violent hypnosis of those who hope to possess them-- men who can smell the blood on the places where a woman is breaking.

Until everyone is free, the experiment of America is not succeeding. We all want opportunity.

Are gods more ruthless than mortals? Have they no mercy for youth? no love for the souls who have loved them?

Pain is pain. It needs no description.

There comes a time when only anger is love.

We would like to believe that we are not in the business of surviving but in being good, and we do not like to admit to ourselves that we are good in order to survive.

Proverbs save us the trouble of thinking. What we call folk wisdom is often no more than a kind of expedient stupidity.