Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
To find out what is truly individual in ourselves, profound reflection is needed; and suddenly we realise how uncommonly difficult the discovery of individuality is.
Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
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.
Just don’t seek from another or you’ll be far estranged from Self. I now go on alone meeting it everywhere, it now is just what I am; I now am not it. You must comprehend in this way to merge with thus-ness.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
That the birds of worry and care fly over your head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.
