To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with Spring.
Prana, the vital breath, is born of Self. Like a person and his shadow, the Self and Prana are inseparable. Prana enters the body at birth, but does not die with the body.
The best way to find your self is to lose yourself in the service of others… All other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.
Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, “You owe Me.” Look what happens with a love like that; it lights the Whole Sky.
I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
Contemplating upon divine qualities, performing good deeds and chanting are all ways of destroying delusion through satsang.
