In this worldly life, one is possessed by the three ghosts of the mind, speech and the body.

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!

Rationality attracts conscientious humans, whereas mysticism attracts fools.

A city with one newspaper... is like a man with one eye, and often the eye is glass.

Why should I talk to you? I don't know where you're from.

To paint comic books as childish and illiterate is lazy. A lot of comic books are very literate - unlike most films.

I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality... to protect myself.

Raids are slightly constipating.

I love inventing names, but I also collect unusual names, so that I can look through my notebook and choose one that suits a new character.

What is the real origin of my own anger? Is it the ego defending its territory, or is it something that has its source in the desire for the well-being of all?

I was sailing from tedium to apathy with a side trip to torpor.

Life has no guarantees, though. What good is living if all you think about is dying?