Growing nails breaks all conducts (aachar). When one conduct breaks, it breaks all other conducts.

The worldly life means a market place of sensual pleasures. Worldly life means false (temporary) happiness all the time. And moksha (liberation) means permanent happiness all the time.

Believing happiness to be in the eternal thing is called the enlightened vision (samkit).

There is no happiness in what worldly people believe happiness in, there is happiness in what Gnani [the enlightened one] believes the happiness in. What people regard as happiness is not happiness.

Things do not give unhappiness, ignorance (of one’s real Self) does.

One who experiences prasantta [blissful happiness] within, he will have prasantta [blissful happiness] externally. The mind is a mirror (reflection) for the external.

The law of nature is such that everyone gets happiness according to their needs. The ‘tender’ that everyone (of us) fills out, is indeed fulfilled.

The ‘egoism’ that is used to hurt others will hurt one’s own self. The ‘egoism’ that is used to give happiness to others becomes cause for his own happiness.

A person who thinks he is right, causes great hurt to others and that is why hurt will come to him. A person who believes ‘I am right’, causes a lot of pain to others.

Without the 'applied awareness' of the Soul, 'happiness' cannot arise.

Your success in worldly life (sansar) is in proportion to your faith and truthfulness!

Were you always such a stubborn, blind, obtuse girl?”“Are you calling me stupid?”“Yes, but in a more poetic way!”“Well, here’s a poem for you. Get lost!

You cannot be a modern association without a contemporary board.

You can be in love with solitude

The same thing which is now called Christian religion existed among the ancients. They have begun to call 'Christian' the true religion which existed before.

I think most of the time you can make something happen, and it's about not letting your imagination be limited by that.

Divorced from the cosmos, from nature, from society and from each other, we have become fractured and fragmented.

I told personal stories the way [Bill] Cosby would spin a yarn for ten minutes. I think in hindsight it works better as a long story than as a condensed monologue.

Long exercise, my friend, inures the mind; And what we once disliked we pleasing find.

What inspires a poem for me is usually a moment.

What human beings seek to learn from nature is how to use it to dominate wholly both it and human beings. Nothing else counts.