This Self who gives rise to all works, all desires, all odours, all tastes, who pervades the universe, who is beyond words, who is joy abiding, who is ever present in my heart, is Brahmn indeed. To him I shall attain when my ego dies.
Doing is very good, but that comes from thinking… fill the brain, therefore, with high thoughts, highest ideals; place them day and night before you; and out of that will come great work.
Any path is only a path, and there is no affront to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you.
We can use our precious and passing moments to nourish and enrich our hearts by loving ourselves and all living beings... not the New Year day alone but may every throb of our life be a moment of loving happiness.
Hatred never ceases through hatred in this world; through love alone they cease. This is an eternal law.
