He who loves me is made pure; his heart melts in joy. He rises to transcendental consciousness by the rousing of his higher emotional nature. Tears of joy flow from his eyes, his hair stands on end, his heart melts in love. The bliss in that state is so intense that, forgetful of himself and his surroundings, he sometimes weeps profusely, or laughs, or sings, or dances; such a devotee is a purifying influence upon the whole universe.
Spiritually, the yellow colour is a sign of prosperity; it is the colour of love.
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
To whom praise and blame are equal, who is silent, content with every fortune, home-renouncing, steadfast in mind, and worships Me, that person is dear to me.
There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth...not going all the way, and not starting.
