The greatest policy is where there are no policies!

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!

The lighter something is, the easier it is to darken it.

Saving life and avoiding death are typically shorthand for far less evocative terms: lengthening life and delaying death.

I can't imagine it if beauty was the only currency I used as an actress. It just doesn't interest me.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.

I need to live like that crooked tree--... that knelt down in the hardest winds but could not be blasted away.

I don't know if humor has a place for it but being light hearted does and not to take it too seriously.

Stroke of the pen. Law of the land. Kinda cool.

Accuracy first,” I used to tell the writers. “We must never lie by accident, or through slovenliness, only deliberately!

In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, In habite an heremite unholy of werkes, Went wide in this world wondres to here.

If some countries have too much history, we have too much geography.