Life is effort. So says the body. Life is blessing. So says the soul.

My mind's cries tell me that everything on earth is tragic. My heart's smiles tell me that everything on earth is magic.

If we can feel that it is not our voice, not our fingers, but some reality deep inside our heart which is expressing itself, then we will know that it is the soul’s music.

To hope is to see with the eye of the heart. To hope is to make the heart captain the vital and the body. To hope is to send darkness-night into exile.

Of all the gifts You have offered to God, Your happiness-gift He treasures most.

lf you ever dare to fight against hatred, then there is but one weapon: Love.

When you meditate, what you actually do is to enter into a calm or still, silent mind. We have to be fully aware of the arrival and attack of thoughts. That is to say, we shall not allow any thought, divine or undivine, good or bad, to enter into our mind. Our mind should be absolutely silent. Then we have to go deep within; there we have to observe our real existence.