Devotion to God’s Name is my lamp; In this lamp is poured the oil of suffering. The light of realisation burns away this oil…Vast loads of firewood are reduced to ashes by a tiny spark of fire.
Mother, father and teacher are best guides of a person; that person is really lucky whose parents are virtuous as they will always guide him to the right way and always think good for him.
Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.
Hark! Hark to the wind! Tis the night, they say, when all souls come back from the far away - The dead, forgotten this many a day!
Service without ideal of self…trains you to transcend all the artificial distinctions imposed by history and geography, and to realise that the human community is one and indivisible.
