All the ways of this world are as fickle and unstable as a sudden storm at sea.

I was no longer the centre of my life and therefore I could see God in everything.

We abide in God insofar as we do not sin.

Unfurl the sails, and let God steer us where He will.

I am my own secretary; I dictate, I compose, I copy all myself.

The inspiration came suddenly again to surrender to the Mother. It was quite unexpected: And so somehow I made a surrender to the Mother. Then I had an experience of overwhelming love. Waves of love sort of flowed into me.

This life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are utterly ignorant.