“To know one’s Self is to be blissful always.”

If one’s mind has peace, the whole world will appear peaceful.

He whose pure mind turns inward and searches whence does this ‘I’ arise, knows the Self and merges in You, the Lord, as a river into the sea.

Our identification with the mind and body is the chief reason for our failure to know our self as we truly are.

Grace is not something outside or you.. In fact, your very desire for grace is due to grace that is already working in you.

Grace is always present. You imagine it as something high in the sky, far away, something that has to descend. It is really inside you, in your heart. When the mind rests in its source, grace rushes forth, sprouting as from a spring within you.

By constantly keep one’s attention on the Source, the ego is dissolved in that Source like a salt-doll in the sea.

The solution to your problem is to see who has it.

By whatever path you go, you will have to lose yourself in the one. Surrender is complete only when you reach the stage `Thou art all’ and `Thy will be done’.

That alone is Real which exists by itself, which reveals itself by itself and which is eternal and unchanging.

Peace is your natural state. It is the mind that obstructs the natural state.

The explorers seek happiness in finding curiosities, discovering new lands and undergoing risks in adventures. They are thrilling. But where is pleasure found? Only within. Pleasure is not to be sought in the external world.

Meditation applies the brakes to the mind.

The mind is only a bundle of thoughts. The thoughts have their root in the I-thought. Whoever investigates the True “I” enjoys the stillness of bliss.

Even the structure of the atom has been found by the mind.

Silence is also conversation.

Even the structure of the atom has been found by the mind. Therefore the mind is subtler than the atom. That which is behind the mind, namely the individual soul, is subtler than the mind.

From the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.

I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.

This journey then, is nothing more, yet nothing less than a period of acclimating to a new way of seeing, a time of transition and revelation as it gradually comes upon “that” which remains when there is no self. this is not a journey for those who expect love and bliss.

Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.

There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.

I’m not saying that there’s anything better than mated bliss at its best, but I’m saying that living alone is as good in its own way. But we haven’t quite given ourselves permission to recognize that.

Do not aim low, you will miss the mark. Aim high and you will be on a threshold of bliss.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.