Who is whose Guru? God alone is the guide and Guru of the universe.

The supreme purpose and goal for human life... is to cultivate love.

As long as I live, so long do I learn.

The sun can give heat and light to the whole world, but he cannot do so when the clouds shut out his rays. Similarly as long as egotism veils the heart, God cannot shine upon it.

All religions are true. God can be reached by different religions. Many rivers flow by many ways but they fall into the sea. They all are one.

It is true that God is even in the tiger, but we must not go and face the animal. So it is true that God dwells even in the most wicked, but it is not meet that we should associate with the wicked.

The winds of grace are always blowing, but you have to raise the sail.

God is in all men, but all men are not in God; that is why we suffer.

All troubles come to an end when the ego dies

A boat may stay in water, but water should not stay in boat. A spiritual aspirant may live in the world, but the world should not live within him.

Wisdom leads to unity, but ignorance to separation. So long as God seems to be outside and far away, there is ignorance. But when God is realised within, that is true knowledge.

our life has one chance in this world

It seemed to me that these months of watching and listening, second-guessing words and phrases, seeking so much that was new, had somehow changed me.

Den I wish I was in Dixie Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand To lib and die in Dixie.

The meek shall inherit the Earth, but not its mineral rights.

Calumny crosses oceans, scales mountains and traverses deserts, with greater ease than the Scythian Abaris, and like him, rides upon a poisoned arrow.

The guy that just arranges things so that the stock market holds up is nobody in my - in my estimation

The philistine provides the best definition of art. Anything that makes him rage is first class.

A woman is supposed to have curves like an old Bentley, not like some old bike.

Books are my one luxury. I have a lot of large coffee-table-size art books, in the shelves above my bed, about people like Warhol, Basquiat and Velasquez.