When There Are Thoughts, It Is Distraction:

Every Living Being Longs Always To Be Happy, Untainted By Sorrow; And Everyone Has The Greatest Love For Himself, Which Is Solely Due To The Fact That Happiness Is His Real Nature. Hence, In Order To Realize That Inherent And Untainted Happiness, Which Indeed He Daily Experiences When The Mind Is Subdued In Deep Sleep, It Is Essential That He Should Know Himself. For Obtaining Such Knowledge The Inquiry 'who Am I?' In Quest Of The Self Is The Best Means.

The Normal Self Is The Mind. The Mind Is With Limitations. But Pure Consciousness Is Beyond Limitations, And Is Reached By Investigation Into The "i."

The End Of All Wisdom Is Love, Love, Love.

All That Is Required To Realise The Self Is To “be Still.

Mind Is But A Poor Reflection Of The Radiant Heart.