At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

The child learns so easily because he has a natural gift, but adults, because they are tyrants, ignore natural gifts and say that children must learn through the same process that they learned by. We insist upon forced mental feeding and our lessons

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization.

Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.

You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.

Whenever our life is stirred by truth, it expresses energy and comes to be filled, as it were, with a creative ardor. This consciousness of the creative urge is evidence of the force of truth on our mind.