“The fish lives in the mud, but its skin is always bright and shiny.”

The same old sins take possession of him again. He is hardly out of the waters before they fall upon him.

But it is not sufficient to bind him again into the world.

Live in the world like a waterfowl. The water clings to the bird, but the bird shakes it off. Live in the world like a mudfish.

Because of the pot the water appears to be divided into two parts; because of the pot you seem to perceive an inside and an outside.

An ocean of bliss may rain down from the heavens, but if you hold up only a thimble, that is all you receive

He whose mind dwells on God. But this is not possible as long as one has egotism and vanity.

When the divine vision is attained, all appear equal; and there remains no distinction of good and bad, or of high and low.

Make your meditation a continuous state of mind. A great worship is going on all the time, so nothing should be neglected or excluded from your constant meditative awareness.

When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.

Travel in all the four quarters of the earth, you will find nothing (no true religion) anywhere. Whatever there is, is only here (i .e . in one ‘s own heart.)

A truly religious man should think that other religions also have many paths leading to the truth.

If you meditate on your ideal, you will acquire its nature. If you think of God day and night, you will acquire the nature of God.

Bondage and Liberation are of the mind alone.

Hearing about Benares is different from reading about it; but seeing Benares is different from either hearing or reading.

If there are errors in other religions, that is none of our business. God, to whom the world belongs, takes care of that.

As a piece of rope, when burnt, retains its form, but cannot serve to bind, so is the ego which is burnt by the fire of supreme Knowledge.

Vulgarity of manners defiles fine garments more than mud.

When an unbaked pot is broken, the potter can use the mud to make a new one; but when a baked one is broken, he cannot do the same any longer

Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.

Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.

He dirtied my name with his dark and muddy lies. The earth he left grew flowers for the butterflies & now I thrive.

You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That’s a part of it.

Greatness pulls mediocrity into the mud. Get out there and get after it.

Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.