With increasing age, dullness of mind and heart sets in.

When we talk about understanding, surely it takes place only when the mind listens completely - the mind being your heart, your nerves, your ears - when you give your whole attention to it.

For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

To understand the immeasurable, the mind must be extraordinarily quiet, still.

But if one observes, one will see that the body has its own intelligence; it requires a great deal of intelligence to observe the intelligence of the body.

Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay