That's the way it is when you love. It makes you suffer, and I have suffered much in the years since. But it matters little that you suffer, so long as you feel alive with a sense of the close bond that connects all living things, so long as love does not die!

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

a person is never entirely holy or entirely sinful.

In the beginning was the myth.

During deep meditation it is possible to dispel time, to see simultaneously all the past, present, and future, and then everything is good, everything is perfect, everything is Brahman.

The world was beautiful when looked at in this way-without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.

It was still quiet in the house, and not a sound was heard from outside, either. Were it not for this silence, my reverie would probably have been disrupted by reminders of daily duties, of getting up and going to school.