Your heart is not living intil it has experienced pain... the pain of love breaks open the heart, even if it is as hard as a rock.

We grown-up people think that we appreciate music, but if we realized the sense that an infant has brought with it of appreciating sound and rhythm, we would never boast of knowing music. The infant is music itself.

The rain does not fall in a certain land only; the sun does not shine only on a particular country. All that comes from God is for all souls. Verily, blessing is for every soul; for every soul, whatever be one's faith or belief, belongs to God.

As long as in love there is "you" and "me," love is not fully kindled.

Consciously or unconsciously, every being is capable of healing himself or others.

With love, even the rocks will open.

True power is not in trying to gain power; true power is in becoming power. But how to become power? It requires an attempt to make a definite change in oneself, and that change is a kind of struggle with one's false self.