If we know the divine art of concentration, if we know the divine art of meditation, if we know the divine art of contemplation, easily and consciously we can unite the inner world and the outer world.

By hating that person, you have lost something very sweet in yourself.

You can only hate someone whom you have the capacity to love, because if you are really indifferent, you cannot even get up the enough energy to hate him.

Do not try to approach God with your thinking mind. It may only stimulate your intellectual ideas, activities, and beliefs. Try to approach God with your crying heart. It will awaken your soulful, spiritual consciousness.

Love is the only wealth that man absolutely needs. Love is the only wealth that God precisely is.

Whether you accept or reject it, God's Love for you is permanent.

Complete and total perfection will come about only when we feel that our perfection is no perfections as long as the rest of humanity remains imperfect.

He who loves, never grows old. God it a shining example.

Mysticism, poor mysticism! When it is underestimated and oversimplified, it comes down from its original sphere and stands beside religion.

When you drive, you are doing several things at once. You are using your eyes, ears, hands, your mind. If you have meditated for many years and have reached a lofty height in your meditation, as I have, you can meditate while running and cycling and painting.

Be universal in your love. You will see the universe to be the picture of your own being.

Even now when I am answering a question I am at the height of my own meditation.

God has blessed me with the capacity to meditate even while I am talking.

I'm not a weight lifter. I'm a seeker. Weight lifting is so insignificant in my life.

If we call ourselves children of God, then others are also children of God.

If you depend on God's grace there is no such thing as impossible.

Impossibility is a dictionary word.

There comes a time in the seeker's life when he discovers that he is at once the lover and the beloved.

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.