The world, like a dream full of attachments and aversions seems real until the awakening.

Loud speech, profusion of words, and possessing skillfulness in expounding scriptures are merely for the enjoyment of the learned. They do not lead to liberation.

Knowing that I am different from the body, I need not neglect the body. It is a vehicle that I use to transact with the world. It is the temple which houses the Pure Self within.

There is sorrow in finitude. The Self is beyond time, space and objects. It is infinite and hence of the nature of absolute happiness.

The treasure I have found cannot be described in words, the mind cannot conceive of it.

What is enquiry into the Truth? It is the firm conviction that the Self is real, and all, other than That, is unreal.

When your last breath arrives, Grammar can do nothing.