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.
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.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
To become conscious we must become Self-aware in the awareness of the observer Self-observing.
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.
