The best way to find your self is to lose yourself in the service of others… All other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.
The self-confidence one builds from achieving difficult things and accomplishing goals is the most beautiful thing of all.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
You should discover your own reality and not thwart yourself. For you have the self as your only friend, or as your only enemy.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door, and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
One’s inner light alone is the means, naught else. When this inner light is kept alive, it is not affected by the darkness of inertia.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language - door and open the love - window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
