You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.
We are like newborn children, Our power is the power to grow.
Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.
The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realization of yoga, of union; not on the side of the canvas where it is blank, but on the side where the picture is being painted.
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.