Hark! Hark to the wind! Tis the night, they say, when all souls come back from the far away - The dead, forgotten this many a day!
He who loves me is made pure; his heart melts in joy. He rises to transcendental consciousness by the rousing of his higher emotional nature. Tears of joy flow from his eyes, his hair stands on end, his heart melts in love. The bliss in that state is so intense that, forgetful of himself and his surroundings, he sometimes weeps profusely, or laughs, or sings, or dances; such a devotee is a purifying influence upon the whole universe.
Our aspirations, our affections, and our desires are turned towards the wrong things. And only when we turn them towards the right things will things get better.
The teacher should regard the pupil as his child. The pupil should regard the teacher as his parent.
There is a higher court than courts of justice and that is the court of conscience. It supersedes all other courts.
The whole life of man is self-expression… We suffer if we do not express ourselves.
The guru cannot awaken you; all that he can do is to point out what is. The guru can give you words; he can give you an explanation, the symbols of the mind, but the symbol is not the real, and if you are caught in the symbol, you will never find the way.
