In appearance, the worldly life looks attractive, but once you enter into it, you can never become free.

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!

I don't paint like a woman is supposed to paint. Thank God, art doesn't bother about things like that.

We tolerate differences of opinion in people who are familiar to us. But differences of opinion in people we do not know sound like heresy or plots.

When your mind is clear and your third eye is open, you can see and know things that are taking place thousands of miles away from you.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

Hey, I'm for love, not war. How about we have a beer?

Marx, if he had come back alive would have said Mao's his boy.

Genius is its own end.

I trained myself to be organized.

Count not thyself to have found true peace, if thou hast felt no grief; nor that then all is well if thou hast no adversary; nor that this is perfect, if all things fall out according to thy desire.

People are never perfect, but love can be.