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

Instead of indulging in mere speculation, devote yourself here and now to the search for the Truth that is ever within you.

The self cannot be found in books. You have to find it for yourself, within yourself.

If the mind falls asleep, awaken it. Then if it starts wandering, make it quiet. If you reach the state where there is neither sleep nor movement of mind, stay still in that, the natural (real) state.

Your true nature is that of infinite spirit. The feeling of limitation is the work of the mind.

All activities and events that a body is to go through are determined at the time of conception.

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.

It is better and more satisfactory to acquit a thousand guilty persons than to put a single innocent one to death.

One of the great undiscovered joys of life comes from doing everything one attempts to the best of one’s ability. The smallest task, well done, becomes a miracle of achievement.

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.

See no one loves you more than me and no one ever will.

One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

I was writing with my homegirl who’s one of my favorite people to work with. We were just sitting in a studio and I said, I want to be able to talk about sex, but very specific kinds of sex.