To trust a stranger without investigation invites troubles so endless that even descendants must endure them. To rust a man who has not been tested and to suspect a man who has proven trustworthy lead alike to endless ills.
The devotee engages to the best of his or her ability into the play of life, fulfilling his or her role on this earth as student, employee, husband, wife…But at the heart of the devotee is a burning desire for the Lord.
I don’t like the word ‘superstar’. It has ridiculous implications. These words – star, stupor, superstar, stupid star – they’re misleading. It’s a myth.
Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches and thoughts. And the consequences, whether good or bad of even the least of them, are far-reaching.
