When there is really love, it doesn’t bother to whom it reaches

You learn from the heart, you study from the head

Masters never do anything unnecessarily, not even raising a finger

The sound of one hand clapping

Is that so?

Whenever anything happens, don’t look out, look within

Go on throwing your invitations to the winds

Before the omnipotent the intellect is impotent

All things come in their due seasons

I am sowing seeds in you, not giving you words and theories

Man has the blueprint to be a god, just to be a god, nothing less

A lukewarm effort won’t do

Whatever I say, the opposite is also true

The known, the unknown and the unknowable

Half a circle is not a circle at all