“The search “Who am I” ends in the annihilation of the illusory “I” and the Self which remains over will be as clear as a gooseberry in the palm of one’s hand.”

Bliss is a thing which is always there and is not something which comes and goes. That which comes and goes is a creation of the mind.

The grace of the Guru is like an ocean. If one comes with a cup he will only get a cupful. It is no use complaining of the niggardliness of the ocean. The bigger the vessel the more one will be able to carry. It is entirely up to him.

Grace is within you. Grace is your self. Grace is not something to be acquired from others. If it is external, it is useless. All that is necessary is to know its existence is in you. You are never out of its operation.

We are always peace. To get rid of the idea that we are not peace is all that is required.

See what helps you to keep away all other thoughts and adopt that method for your meditation.

The end of all wisdom is love, love, love.

Suffering is the way for Realization of God.

Dive deep into the chambers of your heart. Find out the real, infinite ‘I’. Rest there peacefully for ever and become identical with the Supreme Self.

Surrender is to give oneself up to the original cause of one’s being.

The enemy hates the ego, which the seeker wants to kill; thus, like the anvil to the goldsmith, he is actually a friend.

Have faith in God and in yourself; that will cure all. Hope for the best, expect the best, toil for the best and everything will come right for you in the end.

There is no Truth. There is only the truth within each moment.

He who thinks he is the doer is also the sufferer.

Actions themselves form no bondage. Bondage is only the false belief, “I am the do-er.”

Does one require proof of one’s own being? Only remain aware of yourself and all else will be known.

There is a state when words cease and silence prevails.

Everything that broke your heart broke mine in the end.

All good things must come to an end.

In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.

Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

I always write the end of everything first. I always write the last chapters of my books before I write the beginning. Then I go back to the beginning. I mean, it’s always nice to know where you’re going is my theory.

Argentine political life is like the life of an ant community or an African forest tribe: full of events, full of crisis and deaths, but life is always cyclical, and the year ends as it begins.

What a thing friendship is – World without end.

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.