The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.

We laugh at the efforts of the musk deer to find the source of the scent which comes from itself and despair at our efforts to find the peace which is our essence.

Disease is the tax which the soul pays for the body, as the tenant pays house-rent for the use of the house.

Many are the names of God and infinite the forms through which He may be approached.

The world is indeed a mixture of truth and make-believe. Discard the make-believe and take the truth.

To work without attachment is to work without the expectation of reward or fear of any punishment in this world or the next. Work so done is a means to the end, and God is the end.