The great, unborn Self is undecaying, immortal, undying, fearless, infinite.
When your sense of self is no longer tied to thought, is no longer conceptual, there is a depth of feeling, of sensing, of compassion, of loving, that was not there when you were trapped in mental concepts. You are that depth.
One’s inner light alone is the means, naught else. When this inner light is kept alive, it is not affected by the darkness of inertia.
Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use.
Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the real you sleeping in your heart.
All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of inner light of the Self.
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.
Service without ideal of self…trains you to transcend all the artificial distinctions imposed by history and geography, and to realise that the human community is one and indivisible.
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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
