Just think you are the greatest. Where's the harm in thinking like that? It is not for pride you do it, but for bringing the best out of you. There is nothing wrong.

When nothing upsets you, you are at the beginning of the path. When you desire nothing, you are halfway on the path; when nothing becomes everything, you are perfected.

No amount of prayer or meditation can do what helping others can do.

Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes. Want nothing and you will have everything.

Happiest is he who expects no happiness from others. Love delights and glorifies in giving, not receiving. So learn to love and give, and not to expect anything from others.

The satisfaction derived from the fleeting things of life is not lasting; and our wants remain unfulfilled. There is thus a general sense of dissatisfaction accompanied by all kinds of worries.

Light can penetrate any amount of darkness but no amount of darkness can penetrate light.

Feelings and emotions are only the creation of mind and energy. Love is the creation of the soul.

It is not so much that you are within the cosmos but that the cosmos is within you.

Difficulties give us the opportunity to prove our greatness by overcoming them.

If we suffer in the sufferings of others and feel happy in the happiness of others, we are loving God.

I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.

He had not even the self-complacency that enables stupid people to accept their mediocrity with unction

I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

Anyone who thus looks up has some chance of becoming worthy to be looked up to in turn.

I want to be the best. That's just the human way.

For right now, it really is the end. Hopefully in 10 years we'll all be married and have babies.

Orators are most vehement when their cause is weak.

I look spooky but I’m really nice.

I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.

I'll tell you what makes my blood boil?... Crematoriums.