I don't die... He who is merged with the omnipresent is never gone.

God is one, but he has innumerable forms. He is the creator of all and He himself takes the human form.

Whatever kind of seed is sown in a field, prepared in due season, a plant of that same kind, marked with the peculiar qualities of the seed, springs up in it.

Truth is the highest virtue, but higher still is truthful living.

The highest religion is to rise to universal brother hood; aye to consider all creatures your equals.

O my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops, Who even when fountains are full and the land green, Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain.

Through True Love, she merges with Him. She who does not know her Husband Lord, the Architect of karma, is deluded by falsehood she herself is false.