“The place where even the slightest trace of the ‘I’ does not exist, alone is Self.”

The body dies, but the spirit that transcends it cannot be touched by death.

There is neither Past nor Future. There is only the Present.

Sense-perceptions can only be indirect knowledge, and not direct knowledge. Only one’s own awareness is direct knowledge.

You may go on reading any number of books on Meditation. They can only tell you ‘Realize the Self’. The Self cannot be found in books. You have to find it for yourself in yourself.

The “I” thought is said to be the sum total of all thoughts. The source of the “I” thought has to be inquired into.

It is within your competence to think and thus to get bound or to cease thinking and thus be free.

Good thoughts keep off bad thoughts. They must themselves disappear before the state of realization.

That is the ego which rises and sinks periodically. But you exist always. That which lies beyond the ego is consciousness – the Self.

Apart from the body does the world exist? Has anyone seen the world without the body?

Reality is simply the loss of ego. Destroy the ego by seeking its identity. Because the ego is no entity it will automatically vanish and reality will shine forth by itself.

Turn the mind inward and cease thinking of yourself as the body; thereby you will come to know that the self is ever happy. Neither grief nor misery is experienced in this state.

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.

When I went to jail, reality hit so hard that it took my breath away, took my stance away, took my strength away. I was there buck naked, humiliated, sitting in my own crap and urine – this is a metaphor. My ego had run off. Your ego is the biggest coward.

Silence eats ego for breakfast.

The ego is like a kid in the basement: It’s best to keep him busy.

Every writer knows that unless you were born gifted with either supreme confidence or outsize ego, handing in your work holds, in some cases, admitted terror. If that’s too strong, at least fairly high anxiety.

Not to be egotistical, but I don’t think there is a man on this planet who can beat me.

There is only one of the two that can reside in our hearts, GOD or ego. If GOD is in ego is out.

Maybe the line between self respect and ego is called sanity.

I’m not crazy about arenas just because I can sell them out. It doesn’t do anything for my ego at all. I want to play places where people don’t have to sit in the nosebleed seats and wonder what the hell is going on.