“Nobody doubts that he exists, though he may doubt the existence of God. If he finds out the truth about himself and discovers his own source, this is all that is required.”

Whatever be the means adopted, you must at last return to the Self, so why not abide as the Self here and now?

Love is verily the heart of all religions.

The seat of Realization is within and the seeker cannot find it as an object outside him. That seat is bliss and is the core of all beings. Hence it is called the Heart.

Remain still, with the conviction that the Self shines as everything yet nothing, within, without, and everywhere.

There is nothing new to gain. On the other hand a man must lose his ignorance. That is all.

Guru, God and Self are One.

The deeply learned ones know the mind as the directly expressed meaning of the supreme knowledge. The heart is the meaning aimed at. The Supreme is none other than the heart.

All that one gives to others one gives to one’s self. If this truth is understood, who will not give to others?

Realization consists of getting rid of the false idea that one is not realized.

The world is not outside you.

Consciousness is indeed always with us. Everyone knows ‘I am!’ No one can deny his own being.

Is it the world that says I am real, or is it you?

Calmness is the criterion of spiritual progress. Plunge the purified mind into the Heart. Then the work is over.

The Self alone exists. When you try to trace the ego, which is the basis of the perception of the world and everything else, you find the ego does not exist at all and neither does all this creation that you see.

When there are thoughts, it is distraction: when there are no thoughts, it is meditation.

The macrocosm is in its entirety in the body. The body is in its entirety in the heart. Therefore heart is the summarised form of all the macrocosm.

I think I was probably wondering, having looked at human beings for a long time, wondering if evolution ever took place. And I still have my doubts.

Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.

In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!

I don’t know what will become of this piece. Our brave critics will no doubt charge me with imitating Ravel’s Bolero. Too bad – this is how I hear war.

Science is the outcome of being prepared to live without certainty and therefore a mark of maturity. It embraces doubt and loose ends.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.

Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.

Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.