I cannot believe in the immortality of the soul. No, all this talk of an existence for us, as individuals, beyond the grave is wrong. It is born of our tenacity of life - our desire to go on living - our dread of coming to an end.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.

The soul has neither sex, nor caste nor imperfection.

Not believing in the glory of our own soul is what the Vedanta calls atheism.

God is present in every Jiva; there is no other God besides that. Who serves Jiva serves God indeed.