I tell the truth; listen everyone. Only those who have Loved, will realise the Lord

The greatest comforts and lasting peace are obtained, when one eradicates selfishness from within.

It is nearly impossible to be here now when you think there is somewhere else to be.

The Lord Himself reveals the Path, He Himself is the Doer of deeds.

For this purpose was I born, let all virtuous people understand. I was born to advance righteousness, to emancipate the good, and to destroy all evil-doers root and branch.

Blessed, blessed is that Sikh of the Guru, who goes and falls at the Feet of the True Guru. Blessed, blessed is that Sikh of the Guru, who with his mouth, utters the Name of the Lord.

Egotism is such a terrible disease, he dies, to be reincarnated he continues coming and going.

Without the Name, there is no peace.

Those who worship and adore the Lord through the Guru's Word forget all their pain and suffering.

Fruitful is the entire life of those, who feel hunger for the Name of the Lord in their minds.

Day and night, meditate forever on the Lord.

The past was a minefield about which few maps seemed to agree. And why should that surprise me? It's a big place.p. 30

Gratitude for me is waking up each day, and being able to make a difference in somebody’s life.

Writer's block? I've never heard of a plumber complain about plumber's block.

Justice is the essence of peace

Abuse a man unjustly, and you will make friends for him.

Tantra is for the person who has self control but doesn't care anymore. It is for the person who is able to abandon self-control and its fixation.

I'm free of hypochondria-- although I've got everything else.

Between the shores of the oceans and the summit of the highest mountain is a secret route that you must absolutely take before being one with the sons of the Earth.

The funny thing in France is that writers are not allowed to retire, because the French government say you are still earning money from books you wrote 20 years ago.

Perpetual spring, the flare of adventure in the blood, the impulse of men who packed Virgil with their bean-bags on the overland journey, conspired~ to make San Francisco a city of artists.