In the ignorant state, there is a ‘limit’ for good qualities, it is known as the self-pride. Self-serving pride (swa-maan) is the limit of virtues in the realm of ignorance.

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!

You need mountains, long staircases don't make good hikers.

I'm not saying that President Obama should be exempt from criticism, nor do I believe it is some act of racial treason for a black person to hold our president accountable for his actions.

Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet the angel must hang!

As precious as knowledge itself is the learning. As precious as any reward is the earning.

The best way to fight poverty is to empower people through access to quality education

Back in '93 I saw my first UFC fight and just became enamored by it then.

A French poet famously referred to the aroma of certain cheeses as the ‘pieds de Dieu’—the feet of god. Just to be clear: foot odor of a particularly exalted quality, but still—foot odor.

Night had come on like the closing of a great but gentle eye.

Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread

Jesus & his apostles & disciples were all artists