“The place where even the slightest trace of the ‘I’ does not exist, alone is Self.”

Nobody doubts that he exists, though he may doubt the existence of God. If he finds out the truth about himself and discovers his own source, this is all that is required.

When one remains without thinking one understands another by means of the universal language of Silence.

Whatever is destined not to happen will not happen, try as you may. Whatever is destined to happen will happen, do what you may to prevent it. This is certain. The best course, therefore, is to remain silent.

Pure Consciousness, which is the Heart, includes all, and nothing is outside or apart from it. That is the ultimate Truth.

Because truth is exceedingly subtle and serene, the bliss of the Self can manifest only in a mind rendered subtle and steady by assiduous meditation.

Then all this earth shines like one house.

Meditation depends upon the strength of mind. It must be unceasing even when one is engaged in work. Particular time for it is meant for novices.

All that exists is but the manifestation of the Supreme Being.

Engage yourself in the living present. The future will take care of itself.

I see only what you see, but I notice what I see.

If you approach the ocean with a cup, you can only take away a cupful; if you approach it with a bucket you can take away a bucketful.

Grace is ever present. All that is necessary is that you surrender to it.

There is neither creation nor destruction, neither destiny nor free will, neither path nor achievement. This is the final truth.

There is no seeing. Seeing is only being.

A realized one sends out waves of spiritual influence in his aura, which draw many people towards him. Yet he may sit in a cave and maintain complete silence.

The thing to do is to concentrate on the seer and not on the seen, not on the objects, but on the Light which reveals them.

I’m in the acting business. That’s the ego business.

When I went to jail, reality hit so hard that it took my breath away, took my stance away, took my strength away. I was there buck naked, humiliated, sitting in my own crap and urine – this is a metaphor. My ego had run off. Your ego is the biggest coward.

Silence eats ego for breakfast.

The ego is like a kid in the basement: It’s best to keep him busy.

Every writer knows that unless you were born gifted with either supreme confidence or outsize ego, handing in your work holds, in some cases, admitted terror. If that’s too strong, at least fairly high anxiety.

Not to be egotistical, but I don’t think there is a man on this planet who can beat me.

There is only one of the two that can reside in our hearts, GOD or ego. If GOD is in ego is out.

Maybe the line between self respect and ego is called sanity.