“If you are unable to meditate, chant your mantra or sing bhajans.”

Children, we should simplify our life’s needs and use the resulting savings for charity.

Real love is the complete absence of any negative feelings towards anyone.

If you have patience, then you’ll also have love. Patience leads to love.

Remember to set apart at least one hour every day to do some service for others. While the food we eat nurtures our bodies, it is what we give in charity that nurtures our souls. If time is not available daily, reserve at least a few hours every week for some worthwhile act of charity.

Most people are concerned only with what they can get from the world, but it is what we are able to give to others that determines the quality of our life.

Have the conviction that God is your only real relative and friend.

Love sustains everything.

Thankfulness is a humble, open and prayerful attitude that helps you receive more of God’s grace.

Too much reasoning has spoiled the contemporary mind. People have lost their hearts and faith.

Don’t be discouraged by your incapacity to dispel darkness from the world. Light your little candle and step forward.

Intellectual prowess has its limitations. Thus, do not limit the scope of your learning to the realm of the intellect.

Each and every living being in nature is part of God’s body.

What the world needs are servants, not leaders. Everyone’s wish is to become a leader, Let us become a real servant instead.

When people live in accordance with Nature, the song of life becomes sweet.

If we are not able to fix the Lord firmly in our hearts, even a lifetime of temple-going does not do us any good.

Love is our true essence. Love has no limitations of caste, religion, race, or nationality. We are all beads strung together on the same thread of love. To awaken this unity-and to spread to others the love that is our inherent nature-is the true goal of human life.

My mother’s father taught English literature. When I was about ten or eleven, I could recite Macaulay’s ‘Lays of Ancient Rome.’ While other kids were playing pedestrian war games, I’d be Horatius keeping the bridge.

There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.

I always knew that I was tremendously creative. I recited love poems, I wrote stories and I got excellent grades in every subject, except for maths.

They recite their sacred books, although the fact informs me that these are a fiction from first to last.

She almost doesn’t recognize her children, but she recites Valéry and Baudelaire. So what? We’re the ones who are suffering. She’s not.