From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
Your hills, O Earth, your snow-clad mountain peaks, your forests, may they show us kindliness… Impart to us vitalising forces that come, O Earth from deep within your body, your central point, your navel, purify us wholly.
Worldly entanglements will always remain. Get over them with the help of strong will power and right attitude.
If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.
The mind is the instrument, the flywheel, and the thickest comrade of man. Through it, one can ruin oneself or save oneself. Regulated and controlled, channeled properly it can liberate; wayward and let loose, it can entangle and bind fast.
