The intellect shows profit-loss in all worldly things. It shows duality. The intellect is the mother of duality.

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!

Each poem leads you to the questions it makes sense to ask it.

The business of peace requires more than showing up with paint brushes, foodstuffs and an oil pipeline or two.

Such technological tools ... are helping us now in the hot war against terrorists who would bomb this theater if they had the capacity to do so.

When I was a little girl - well, like, a teenager - I wanted to be Sam Jackson. I always wanted to be men.

I've never laughed a woman into bed, but I've laughed one out of bed many times.

I really believe that fiction functions best when stories are allowed to develop in an organic way, so I didn't set out to deliver a specific message.

I have this whole new audience now.

The neurotic has perfect vision in one eye, but he cannot remember which.

Brooks Robinson belongs in a higher league.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.