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“The Self is not what people believe it to be, or what the intellect can grasp. It is immeasurable. Where there is no measure, there is no scale, there is nothing at all that will work here! The Self is such that It can only be Known through the Knowledge of the Self. It is actually only through the Knowledge of the Gnani that the Self can be realized.”

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“A doubt that in reality, 'I am not this' has arisen regarding the knowledge of 'Who am I'. From the moment a doubt sets in about the knowledge that one has known up until now, 'we' [the Gnani Purush] Know that the time has come for that knowledge to break! The knowledge over which doubts arise, that knowledge will dissipate. Doubts can never arise over real Knowledge.”

“The Soul is indeed such that the mahavrats (five great vows of truth, non-possessiveness, non-violence, non-stealing, and celibacy as expounded by Lord Mahavir) prevail, but these mahavrats should prevail in conduct externally, only then the Soul is considered as complete. It is known as a mahavrat when not a single worldly intent arises at all. It is a very elevated state!”

“To first get to know what One's own inherent nature is like, to set the conviction (pratiti) for that, that is known as samkit (right belief of 'I am pure Soul'). Of all the inherent natures [out there], is any of them 'mine' [the Self's]? The Gnani will say, "No." Whether you wiggle your tongue in this or that direction, whether you awaken the kundalini (in yoga, latent female energy believed to lie coiled at the base of the spine) or read the scriptures, there is no Soul in that. It is all pudgal (relative) whereas there is no other [relative] thing present in the Atma (Soul).”

“You know,” she said dreamily, passing over his question, “you’re not nearly as handsome as Lord St.Vincent.” “There’s a surprise,” he said dryly. “But for some reason,” she continued, “I never want to kiss him the way I do you.” It was a good thing that she had closed her eyes, for if she had seen his expression, she might not have continued. “There is something about you that makes me feel terribly wicked. You make me want to do shocking things. Maybe it’s because you’re so proper. Your necktie is never crooked, and your shoes are always shiny. And your shirts are so starchy. Sometimes when I look at you, I want to tear off all your buttons. Or set your trousers on fire.”