“Look at you, you madman! Screaming you are thirsty and dying in a desert, when all around you there is nothing but water!”

The external forces conceal from the eyes the deep meaning of existence; True faith resides in the heart.

When you feel most alive, find out why, This is one guest you won’t greet twice.

Sing such a song with all of your heart that you’ll never have to sing again.

When the Guest is being searched for, it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work. Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

It is the spirit of the quest which helps.

I laugh when I hear the fish in the water is thirsty.

I don’t think there is such a thing as an intelligent mega-rich person. For who with a fine mind can look out upon this world and hoard what can nourish a thousand souls.

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. I laugh when I hear that people go on pilgrimage to find God.

Be quiet in your mind, quiet in your senses, and also quiet in your body. Then, when all these are quiet, don’t do anything. In that state truth will reveal itself to you.

I do not quote from the scriptures; I simply see what I see.

The truth of love is the truth of the universe: it is the lamp of the soul that reveals the secrets of darkness.

Don’t open your diamonds in a vegetable market. Tie them in bundle and keep them in your heart, and go your own way.

Nada is found within. It is a music without strings which plays in the body. It penetrates the inner and outer and leads you away from illusion.

All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

The sun is within me and so is the moon.

Stand firm in that which you are.

When a building is about to fall down, all the mice desert it.

They make a desert and call it peace.

Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.

As our Father makes many a flower to bloom unseen in the lonely desert, [let us] do all that we can do, as under God’s eye, though no other eye ever take note of it.

The deity who stalked the deserts of the Middle East millennia ago-and who seems to have abandoned them to bloodshed in his name ever since-is no one to consult on questions of ethics.

A child raised on a desert island, alone, without social interaction, without language, and thus lacking empathy, is still a sentient being.

Not everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert.

The deserts of the Middle East are in need of water, not bombers.