You love your family, but not your neighbor. You love your parents, but not others’ parents. You love your religion, but not all religions. You love your country, but not all countries. This is not true love, it is limited love. Transformation of limited love into divine love is the goal of spirituality.
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write.
-William Makepeace Thackeray
Human life is full off the play of samskaras, tendencies developed by repeated actions.
