“What is a holy person? The one who is aware of others’ suffering.”

God, provide me with enough sustenance that my family is taken care of, that neither I remain hungry, nor does my guest go unfed.

The purpose of labor is to learn; when you know it, the labor is over.

The Lord is in me, the Lord is in you,as life is in every seed, put false pride away and seek the Lord within.

My heart is so intoxicated with love that I have no wish to speak.

Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.

Now I have no caste, no creed, I am no more what I am!

Be strong then, and enter into your own body; there you have a solid place for your feet.

The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that comes, the petal falls.

Why are we here? To become ourselves in you.

Reading books everyone died, none became any wise. One who reads the word of Love, only becomes wise.

The Beloved is inside you and also inside me. You know the tree is hidden inside the seed. Let your arrogance go. None of us has gone far. Inside love there is more power than we realize.

Forgiveness is a game only saints play Kabir.

Love does not grow on trees or brought in the market, but if one wants to be “LOVED” one must first know how to give (unconditional) LOVE.

The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love.

Take a pitcher full of water and set it down in the water-now it has water inside and water outside. We mustn’t give it a name, lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul.

Within the body there is played Music unending, though without stringed instruments That music of the Word pervades the entire creation Who listens to it is freed from all illusion.

My reading list grows exponentially. Every time I read a book, it’ll mention three other books I feel I have to read. It’s like a particularly relentless series of pop-up ads.

For I now realize that what overcame me that evening was a sudden awareness of the power of intuition, the supra-logic that cuts out all routine processes of thought and leaps straight from problem to answer.

The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.

Example is the softest and least invidious way of commanding.

Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.

The most disgraceful cause of the scarcity [of remedies] is that even those who know them do not want to point them out, as if they were going to lose what they pass on to others.

I don’t know how long a child will remain utterly static in front of the television, but my guess is that it could be well into their thirties.

You think you might know something about yourself or why you act or react in certain ways and then you come to new information and suddenly you see your past and your present in a completely different light.