“Guru, God and Self are One.”

We are in our Self. We are not in the world.

God’s grace consists in the fact that He shines in the heart of every one as the Self; that power of grace does not exclude any one, whether good or otherwise.

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

Discover your undying Self and be immortal and happy.

Forgetfulness of your real nature is true death; remembrance of it is rebirth.

That which is not present in deep dreamless sleep is not real.

The experience of silence alone is the real and perfect knowledge.

The ultimate truth is so simple; it is nothing more than being in one’s natural, original state.

To ask the mind to kill itself is like making the thief the policeman. He will go with you and pretend to catch the thief, but nothing will be gained. So you must turn inward and see where the mind rises from, and then it will cease to exist.

The Seeker himself becomes the knower. The thing to be known is already there. There is nothing to be known afresh. More-over there are no two things. There is only the seer, the knower.

There is nothing wrong with God’s creation. Mystery and Suffering only exist in the mind.

There must be a subject to know the good and evil. That subject is the ego.

Truth burns up all karma and frees you from all births.

Seeing God without seeing the Self, one sees only mental image. Only he who has seen Himself has seen God, since he has lost individuality, and now sees nothing but God.

Your duty is to be, and not to be this or that. I Am That I Am sums up the whole truth; the method is summarized in Be Still.

Call it by any name, God, Self, the Heart, or the Seat of Consciousness, it is all the same.

It is easy, retrospectively, to endow one’s youth with a false precocity or a false innocence; to tamper with the dates marking one’s stature on the edge of the door.

Being President is a little like being the grounds-keeper at a cemetery: there’s plenty of people below you but no one’s listening.

Just one living cell in the human body is, more complex than New York City.

The lessons one learns at school are not always the ones the school thinks it’s teaching.

Being beautiful can never hurt, but you have to have more. You have to sparkle, you have to be fun, you have to make your brain work if you have one.

One knows so little. When one knows more it is too late.

If one sticks too rigidly to one’s principles, one would hardly see anybody.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One’s vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.