The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

The spirit of rejection finds its support in the consciousness of separateness; the spirit of acceptance finds its base in the consciousness of unity.

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

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.