For the soul there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
To succeed, you must have tremendous perseverance, tremendous will. “I will drink the ocean”, says the persevering soul; “at my will mountains will crumble up”.
Every one of us has in him a continent of undiscovered character. Blessed is he who acts as Columbus to his own soul.
Like the waves in great rivers, there is no turning back of that which has previously been done…The soul is bound with the fetters made of the fruit of good and evil.
Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.
The soul which is free from the defect of karma gets to the highest point of the universe, knows all and perceives all, and obtains the transcendental bliss everlasting.
No work stains an individual who is pure, who is in harmony, who is master of his life, whose soul is one with the soul of all.
