I don’t mind dying, I’ll gladly do that, but not right now, I need to clean the house first.

The gods we stand by are the gods we need and can use, the gods whose demands on us are reinforcements of our demands on ourselves and on one another.

Though I may not, like them, be able to quote other authors, I shall rely on that which is much greater and more worthy - on experience, the mistress of their Masters.

If a man would pursue Philosophy, his first task is to throw away conceit. For it is impossible for a man to begin to learn what he has a conceit that he already knows.

Death, death.

Men are disturbed, not by things, but by the principles and notions which they form concerning things.

Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out they've got a second. Give your dreams all you've got and you'll be amazed at the energy that comes out of you.

Only the educated are free.

Fatalism, whose solving word in all crises of behavior is "All striving is vain," will never reign supreme, for the impulse to take life strivingly is indestructible in the race. Moral creeds which speak to that impulse will be widely successful in spite of inconsistency, vagueness, and shadowy determination of expectancy. Man needs a rule for his will, and will invent one if one be not given him.

Genius, in truth, means little more than the faculty of perceiving in an unhabitual way.

It is the nature of the wise to resist pleasures, but the foolish to be a slave to them.

If I say one, It is not
If I say two, it will be a violation
Let 'It' be what 'It' is
says Kabir upon contemplation

A drop Melting into the sea, Everyone can see. But the sea Absorped In a drop — A rare one can follow!

We have to be ready to live today by what truth we can get today and be ready tomorrow to call it falsehood.

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose, there are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.

There is only one thing a philosopher can be relied upon to do, and that is to contradict other philosophers.

As far as service goes, it can take the form of a million things. To do service, you don't have to be a doctor working in the slums for free, or become a social worker. Your position in life and what you do doesn't matter as much as how you do what you do.

You are a little soul, carrying a corpse.

In youth we may have an absolutely new experience, subjective or objective, every hour of the day. Apprehension is vivid, retentiveness strong, and our recollections of that time, like those in a time spent in rapid and interesting travel, are of something intricate, multitudinous, and long-drawn-out. But as each passing year converts some of this experience into automatic routine which we hardly note at all, the days and the weeks smooth themselves out in recollection to a contentless unit, and the years grow hollow and collapse.

When "I" was then Hari was not, Now Hari "is" and "I" am not
All the darkness illusions mitigated, When I saw the light illumination within.

Our minds thus grow in spots; and like grease-spots, the spots spread. But we let them spread as little as possible: we keep unaltered as much of our old knowledge, as many of our old prejudices and beliefs, as we can. We patch and tinker more than we renew. The novelty soaks in; it stains the ancient mass; but it is also tinged by what absorbs it.

In reality, hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs man’s torments.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

O HOW may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.

My body & my mind are in depression because you are not with me.
How much I love you and want you in my house!
When I hear people describe me as your bride I look sideways ashamed,
Because I know that far inside us we have never met.
Then what is this love of mine?
I don't really care about food, I don't really care about sleep,
I am restless indoors & outdoors.
The bride wants her lover as much as a thirsty man wants water.
And how will I find someone who'll take a message
to the Guest from me?
How restless Kabir is all the time! How much he wants to see the Guest!

A thing is important if anyone think it important.

Beauty and hideousness, love and cruelty, life and death keep house together in indissoluble partnership; and there gradually steals over us, instead of the old warm notion of a man-loving Deity, that of an awful power that neither hates nor loves, but rolls all things together meaninglessly to a common doom. This is an uncanny, a sinister, a nightmare view of life, and its peculiar poisonousness, lies expressly in our holding two things together which cannot possibly agree.

The motions of men must be such as suggest their dignity or their baseness.

You may be always victorious if you will never enter into any contest where the issue does not wholly depend upon yourself.

The eye which turns from a white object in the light of the sun and goes into a less fully lighted place will see everything as dark.