“Knowing the Self, God is known.”

Is it the world that says I am real, or is it you?

Calmness is the criterion of spiritual progress. Plunge the purified mind into the Heart. Then the work is over.

The Self alone exists. When you try to trace the ego, which is the basis of the perception of the world and everything else, you find the ego does not exist at all and neither does all this creation that you see.

When there are thoughts, it is distraction: when there are no thoughts, it is meditation.

The macrocosm is in its entirety in the body. The body is in its entirety in the heart. Therefore heart is the summarised form of all the macrocosm.

Your own Self-realization is the greatest service you can render the world.

Silence is never-ending speech. In silence one is in intimate contact with the surroundings. Language is only a medium for communicating one’s thoughts to another. Silence is ever speaking.

Realization is to get rid of the delusion that you have not realized.

See who is the subject; and this inquiry leads you to pure Consciousness beyond the subject.

Transforming yourself is a means of giving light to the whole world.

Happiness is your nature. It is not wrong to desire it. What is wrong is seeking it outside when it is inside.

Of all the thoughts that rise in the mind, the thought ‘I’ is the first thought.

Silence is truth. Silence is bliss. Silence is peace. And hence Silence is the Self.

The more you prune a plant, the more it grows. So too the more you seek to annihilate the ego, the more it will increase. You should seek the root of the ego and destroy it.

There is no mind to control if you realise the self. The mind having vanished, the self shines forth. In the realised man, the mind may be active or inactive, the self remains for him.

Realisation is our nature. It is nothing new to be gained. What is new cannot be eternal. Therefore there is no need for doubting if one would lose or gain the Self.

Consciousness is a state in which a man knows all at once everything that he in general knows and in which he can see how little he does know and how many contradictions there are in what he knows.

Once the object has been constructed, I have a tendency to rediscover in it, transformed and displaced, images, impressions, facts which have deeply moved me (often without my knowing it).

For we can only know that we know nothing, and a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

The only history that matters is the history we know.

The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.

Some days I wake up and all I feel are the fractures in the flesh that covers the only me I’ve ever known.

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don’t notice whether it’s passing quickly or slowly.

If I get to know somebody, I’ll open up, but other than that I like to sit back and observe things.