All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
The best way to find your self is to lose yourself in the service of others… All other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.
Any caterpillar who tried to “know himself” would never become a butterfly.
That the birds of worry and care fly over your head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.
