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The Spirit of the Upanishads1596
He is never overjoyed though often coming to good things; he stands firm
as Meru under the direst calamity; he walks the world like a god, finding Self
in the bliss of Self in everything whatever.
Svasajyasiddhi.
A Chandala; a twice-born; a Śudra; an ascetic; a man of intellect refined by
application; the lord of Yogis;—thus described at the top of thoughtless
prattle by men conceiving each his own fancy, sages harmonized in the Self
wend their way neither angry nor proud of the compliments thus bestowed.
Bhartrhari.
The knower catches in the ecstasy of his heart the full light of that Brahman
which is indescribable, all thought, all pure bliss, incomparable, transcending
time, ever free, beyond desire, resembling limitless Ether, having no parts
and admitting of no idea beside itself.
Vivekachudamani.
Does it make any difference in this gem of heaven, the sun, if he is reflected
in the waters of the Ganges or in the stream flowing through the scavenger’s
street? Does it make any difference in the Ether enclosed in an earthenware
or in a jar of gold? In That, the inner being of all, the billowless ocean of
native bliss and light, what means this great delusion, this nightmare of
separateness, creating distinctions? The self-same Self shines plainly in all
the three conditions of waking, dream and sleep; it is, moreover, the inner
witness of all,—pervading even like a thread, all forms whatever from
Brahma to the tiniest ant;—He who has the firm conviction “I am this Self,”
not the form it takes, let him be a Brahman or a low-caste, my mind points
to him as the real Master.
Śankaracharya.