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.
Rain down your wisdom in sacred streams to carry me like an upturned leaf through the currents of this grey day.
I suppose leadership at one time meant muscles; but today it means getting along with people.
Pain and joy are like light and darkness; they are two sides of the same medal. They are interdependent and inseparably connected to each other.

