Come behold this world, which is like unto an ornamented royal chariot, wherein fools flounder, but for the wise there is no attachment.
A yogi who perceives his real Self as separate from his active senses and their objects never becomes attached to anything. He is aware of the dream nature of the universe and watches it without being entangled in its complex but ephemeral nature.
Familiarity with books is not knowledge. One’s entire life is a continuous process of learning.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
To whom praise and blame are equal, who is silent, content with every fortune, home-renouncing, steadfast in mind, and worships Me, that person is dear to me.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
