“Under whatever name or form we worship It, It leads us on to knowledge of the nameless, formless Absolute. Yet, to see one’s true Self in the Absolute, to subside into It and be one with “It, this is the true Knowledge of the Truth.”

An unawakened person sees only his mind, which is merely a reflection of the light of pure consciousness arising from the Heart.

The body dies, but the spirit that transcends it cannot be touched by death.

There is neither Past nor Future. There is only the Present.

Sense-perceptions can only be indirect knowledge, and not direct knowledge. Only one’s own awareness is direct knowledge.

You may go on reading any number of books on Meditation. They can only tell you ‘Realize the Self’. The Self cannot be found in books. You have to find it for yourself in yourself.

The “I” thought is said to be the sum total of all thoughts. The source of the “I” thought has to be inquired into.

It is within your competence to think and thus to get bound or to cease thinking and thus be free.

Good thoughts keep off bad thoughts. They must themselves disappear before the state of realization.

That is the ego which rises and sinks periodically. But you exist always. That which lies beyond the ego is consciousness – the Self.

Apart from the body does the world exist? Has anyone seen the world without the body?

Reality is simply the loss of ego. Destroy the ego by seeking its identity. Because the ego is no entity it will automatically vanish and reality will shine forth by itself.

Turn the mind inward and cease thinking of yourself as the body; thereby you will come to know that the self is ever happy. Neither grief nor misery is experienced in this state.

Whatever be the means adopted, you must at last return to the Self, so why not abide as the Self here and now?

Love is verily the heart of all religions.

The seat of Realization is within and the seeker cannot find it as an object outside him. That seat is bliss and is the core of all beings. Hence it is called the Heart.

Remain still, with the conviction that the Self shines as everything yet nothing, within, without, and everywhere.

The whole wrestling art, it’s a whole form, is performance, and that’s what makes it so exciting to do.

And gradually they’re beginning to recognize the fact that there’s nothing more secure than a democratic, accountable, and participatory form of government. But it’s sunk in only theoretically, it has not yet sunk in completely in practical terms.

Artists love to immerse themselves in chaos in order to put it into form, just as God created form out of chaos in Genesis. Forever unsatisfied with the mundane, the apathetic, the conventional, they always push on to newer worlds.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

The dictatorship of the Communist Party is maintained by recourse to every form of violence.

I think my whole identity is formed around not knowing where I’m from. It might even be that I find comfort in that confusion.

Well, the first thing is that truth and power for me form an antithesis, an antagonism, which will hardly ever be resolved. I can define in fact, can simplify the history of human society, the evolution of human society, as a contest between power and freedom.

Specialness as a primary mode of death transcendence takes a number of other maladaptive forms.