"Pothi padh padh kar jag mua, Pandit bhayo na koye. Dhai aakhar prem ke, jo padhe so Pandit hoye. (Reading books, the world died, but none became learned. He who reads but two and a half letters of lov…"

"Me, I'm drunk on love! Why should I connive? I stay free of the world. What friend of it am I? If you leave the one you love, You wander door to door. My friend's inside of me. Who am I waiting for?"

"Grow not in height alone; stretch your roots in grateful earth."

"I am not in the temple, nor in the mosque, nor in the Kaaba, nor in Kailash. I am not in rites or ceremonies, nor in yoga or renunciation."

"I searched for the crooked man, but failed to find one. But when I searched within myself, I realized there was none more crooked than me!"