Yesterday I was clever that is why I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise that is why I am changing myself.
Behold the man who shields his family from all suffering. Has not his body become a willing vessel for affliction? Without good men to hold it up, the family house will fall when misfortune descends.
It is inevitable that a tragedy should arouse sorrowful feelings. Still, out of that sorrow itself comes a feeling of triumph – the victory of the human will over the most adverse circumstances. And thus out of sorrow and defeat come joy and victory.
One of the most difficult things everyone has to learn is that for your entire life you must keep fighting and adjusting if you hope to survive.
Realise your oneness with God, remaining continually intent on identifying with its nature, and joyfully drink the bliss of God within, for what use is there in other, empty things?
Life should be full of colours! And each colour is meant to be seen and enjoyed separately, for if seen all mixed together, they will appear all black. Similarly, in life, different roles played by the same person should exist peacefully and distinctly inside him. Lift your spirit with the joy of colour.
