He alone may chastise who loves.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. We know that the life of a Soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down

Perhaps that dawn will come from this horizon, from the East where the sun rises. A day will come when unvanquished Man will retrace his path of conquest, despite all barriers, to win back his lost human heritage.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.