Yet the love we experience through other people is just a shadow of the love of the inner self. There is a sublime place inside us where love dwells. The love that pulses in the cave of the heart does not depend on anything outside. It does not expect anything. It is completely independent.

Love turns man into an ocean of happiness, an image of peace, a temple of wisdom. Love is every man's very Self, his true beauty, and the glory of his human existence.

If a religion does not teach love, respect, and regard for others, it cannot be the religion of humanity.

The foolish being who lives making even the slightest distinction between the supreme Self and his own self will always be subject to fear.

The supreme bliss that pulsates in the wake of meditation is your pure essence.

Honor your self. Worship your self. Meditate on your self. God dwells within you as you.

Chanting is a significant and mysterious practice. It is the highest nectar, a tonic that fully nourishes our inner being. Chanting opens the heart and makes love flow within us. It releases such intoxicating inner bliss and enthusiastic splendor, that simply through the nectar it generates, we can enter the abode of the Self.