The slightest pain that we have, is the reaction of the pain that we had given. So do what you find comfortable.

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!

I've always believed that the only defeats and victories that matter in life are those you lose or win alone, against yourself.

You have to give 100 percent in the first half of the game. If that isn't enough, in the second half, you have to give what's left.

I have the impression that cycling is no longer a game but rather an employment... a job.

I'm always writing new songs and doing them live, and I may do it for a week or two, and then never do it again.

I've realised I need a gnawing, nagging, anxious doubt when I wake at 4 A.M.

I think that an artist is a bit like a computer. He receives information from the world around him and from his past and from his own experiences. And it all goes into the brain.

Whether you call someone a hero or a monster is all relative to where the focus of your consciousness may be.

Being a parent is the hardest job ever in life.

Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructors in eloquence and wisdom.

The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of