The ultimate goal of Bhakti is to get Krishna and we get it by taking shelter of the holy name.

Holy name alone is sufficient to take you back home back to godhead. However to cultivate the mood of surrender You need a Guru.

We don't have to become big scholars, we don't have to become big supermen. We simply have to become a humble servant of Lord Krishna.

When we become connected to the supreme spirit then we automatically becomes situated in our spiritual identity.

If you want spiritual life you have to pay the price. The price is the four regulative principles.

By only becoming aware of Krishna's greatness we can become aware of our minuteness. That's the way to become Humble.

Spiritual life is absolute reality. Krishna is real but we have lost the ability to realize him.

The real wealth in Krishna Consciousness is Humility. We don't have to become a big devotee rather we have to become a Humble Devotee.

When we will think deeply, then we will realize that enjoyment is short lasting and reality of it is suffering.

To struggle is difficult but to surrender is easy. Surrender is the beginning of devotion.

When you come before spiritual master, be prepared to get chastised. Spiritual Master's business is to do that. Shisya means who is ready is accept 'sashan' or ready dor getting chastisement.

...we each harbor a shadow self with shadowy motives and murky desires...

A good thing in one's ignorance is that one doesn't know that s/hedoesn't know.

Opera is when a tenor and soprano want to make love, but are prevented from doing so by a baritone.

Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.

When I'm pushed outside of my comfort zone, I feel vulnerable. That's also one of the reasons I like being pushed out of my comfort zone, because it makes you grow as a person.

If my love can hold you, I'll keep you with me.

I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are.

Oh! I'm stupid as well as insane.