“Make of the Silence your to-do tasks, of the compassion your wealth and of the meditation your beggar’s bowl.”

Like the juggler, deceiving by his tricks, one is deluded by egotism, falsehood and illusion.

O my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops, Who even when fountains are full and the land green, Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain.

One cannot comprehend Him through reason, even if one reasoned for ages.

Those who have loved are those that have found God.

Build the raft of meditation and self-discipline, to carry you across the river. There will be no ocean, and no rising tides to stop you; this is how comfortable your path shall be.

Those who conquer their minds are beings of renunciation and detachment. They are beings of renunciation and detachment they are lovingly focused on the True One, they realize and understand themselves.

The highest religion is to rise to universal brother hood; aye to consider all creatures your equals.

No calamity happens to those who eagerly follow auspicious customs and the rule of good conduct, to those who are always careful of purity, and to those who mutter, sacred texts and offer burnt oblations.

Blessed, blessed is that body horse which meditates on the Lord God.

Be the wisdom your support. Be the compassion your guide and listen to the Divine Music that beats in every heart.

The world is a drama, staged in a dream.

Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.

Speak only that which will bring you honor.

Far from wife and son am 1, far from land and wealth and other notions of that kind. I am the Witness, the Eternal, the Inner Self.

As a father ,supports his sons, so let the eldest support his younger brothers, and let them also in accordance with the law behave towards their eldest brother as sons ,behave.

He who, having lost his parents or being abandoned, by them without ,just cause, gives himself to a, man , is called a son self given.

Better a living beggar than a buried emperor.

The Alliance for Progress is an alliance between one millionaire and many beggars.

For one who knows me, I am one with him; for one who wants to know me, I am very near to him; and for one who does not know me, I am a beggar before him.

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

Nobody but a beggar chooses to depend chiefly upon the benevolence of his fellow-citizens.

In ease of body, peace of mind, all the different ranks of life are nearly upon a level and the beggar who suns himself by the side of the highway, possesses that security which kings are fighting for.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.