Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. We know that the life of a Soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.