“When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.”

There is water inside the jar and water outside, but the jar is still there. The ‘I’ is the jar.

As a boy holding to a post or a pillar whirls about it with headlong speed without any fear or falling, so perform your worldly duties, fixing your hold firmly upon God, and you will be free from danger.

Allow others also equal liberty to stand by their own faith and opinion.

One should not think, ‘My religion alone is the right path and other religions are false.’ God can be realized by means of all paths.

The tree laden with fruits always bends low. If you wish to be great, be lowly and meek.

The world is impermanent. One should constantly remember death.

Man suffers through lack of faith in God.

He is born in vain, who having attained the human birth, so difficult to get, does not attempt to realize God in this very life.

If a white cloth is stained even with a small spot, the stain appears very ugly indeed. So the smallest fault of a holy man becomes painfully prominent.

You should not feel that your path is the only right path and that other paths are wrong. You mustn’t bear malice toward others.

Spirituality automatically leads to humility. When a flower develops into a fruit, the petals drop off on its own.

God, the true Philosopher’s Stone, Who answers every prayer, Lies hidden deep within your heart.

Dwell, O mind, within yourself; Enter no other’s home. If you but seek there, you will find All you are searching for.

As long as I live, so long do I learn.

Only two kinds of people can attain self-knowledge: those who are not encumbered at all with learning,

If you spent one-tenth of the time you devoted to distractions like chasing women or making money to spiritual practice, you would be enlightened in a few years.

When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

People are not ants or bees. We do not reason or love or live or die collectively.

He who does not attempt to make peace / When small discords arise, / Is like the bee’s hive which leaks drops of honey / Soon, the whole hive collapses.

I’d go from scientist to scientist to scientist, like a bee goes from flower to flower.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

Let me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?

Bloom for the bee, not for the hands that want to pluck you.

Such simple instincts as bees making a beehive could be sufficient to overthrow my whole theory.