Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.
Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals singing winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets – sun and moonlit.
You cannot make yourself feel something you do not feel, but you can make yourself do right in spite of your feelings.
The self-confidence one builds from achieving difficult things and accomplishing goals is the most beautiful thing of all.
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.
Was there ever a more horrible blasphemy than the statement that all the knowledge of God is confined to this or that book?
