“The ego is like the root of a banyan tree, you think you have removed it all then one fine morning you see a sprout flourishing again.”

One feels that way as long as this pot of ‘I’ exists. When the ‘I’ disappears, what is remains. That cannot be described in words.

There are three kinds of love; unselfish, mutual, and selfish. The unselfish love is of the highest kind; The lover only minds the welfare of the beloved and does not care for his own sufferings. .

A boat may stay in water, but water should not stay in boat. A spiritual aspirant may live in the world, but the world should not live within him.

This side is mine and that side is yours.’ He laughs and says to Himself, ‘The whole universe belongs to Me, but they say they own this portion or that portion.’it!’

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

It is on account of the ego that one is not able to see God. In front of the door of God’s mansion lies the stump of ego.

When you meditate, go into the solitude of a forest, or a quiet corner, and enter into the chamber of your heart. And always keep your power of discrimination awake.

A man is truly free, even here in this embodied state, if he knows that God is the true agent and he by himself is powerless to do anything.

Try to cultivate love of God. You are born as a human being only to attain divine love.

The fool who repeats again and again: “I am bound, I am bound,” remains in bondage. He who repeats day and night: “I am a sinner, I am a sinner,” becomes a sinner indeed.

All religions are true. God can be reached by different religions. Many rivers flow by many ways but they fall into the sea. They all are one.

It is easy to bend the young heart towards God, but the untrained heart of the old escapes the hold whenever it is so drawn.

Through selfless work, love of God grows in heart.

The young bamboo can be easily bent, but the full grown bamboo breaks when it is bent with force.

You speak of doing good to the world. Is the world such a small thing? And who are you, pray, to do good to the world?

Sugar and sand may be mixed together, but the ant rejects the sand and goes off with the sugar grain; so pious men lift the good from the bad.

I don’t have an ego that makes me believe the world revolves around me. I am not self-absorbed.

The minute you start compromising for the sake of massaging somebody’s ego, that’s it, game over.

Darkness is an absence of light. Ego is an absence of awareness.

Love in its purest form is a sharing of joy. It asks nothing in return, it expects nothing. Love is a spiritual phenomenon; lust is physical. Ego is psychological; love is spiritual.

There’s only one rule you need to remember: laugh at everything and forget everybody else! It sounds egotistical, but it’s actually the only cure for those suffering from self-pity.

I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.

The ego-self constantly pushes reality away. It constructs a future out of empty expectations and a past out of regretful memories.

Body is purified by water. Ego by tears. Intellect is purified by knowledge. And soul is purified with love.