The soul is not ruled by time and space. The soul is infinite. It blends with the One in infinity.

It's very different because the Indians live as if they are their souls and Americans live as if they are their egos.

Heaven & Hell are both creations of desire.

Pain is the mind. It's the mind. It's the thoughts of the mind.

The satsang is - within the mass culture - like little mushrooms here and there, and somebody, maybe a Christian and a Hindu and a Buddhist, come together; doesn't matter, because those are paths. They're paths to the One. But those satsangs are what the world needs. And as I say - heart to heart - that's what satsang is.

The richness of a moment comes when it's both full and empty at the same time. The truth is, we live simultaneously in time and timelessness.

You can't build joy on a feeling of self-loathing.