“He, who is appointed to, cohabit with the widow shall, approach her at night anointed with clarified butter and silent, and beget one son, by no means a second.”

Offspring, the due performance on religious rites, faithful service, highest conjugal happiness and heavenly bliss for the ancestors and oneself, depend on one’s wife alone.

Whatever kind of seed is sown in a field, prepared in due season, a plant of that same kind, marked with the peculiar qualities of the seed, springs up in it.

Alone let him constantly meditate in solitude on that which is salutary for his soul, for he who meditates in solitude attains supreme bliss.

I bow at His Feet constantly, and pray to Him, the Guru, the True Guru, has shown me the Way.

If an appointed daughter by accident dies without, leaving a son, the husband of the appointed daughter may, without hesitation, take that estate.

Do not wish evil for others. Do not speak ill of others. Do not obstruct anyones activities.

I am in constant bliss, day and night, egotism has been dispelled from within me.

Through True Love, she merges with Him. She who does not know her Husband Lord, the Architect of karma, is deluded by falsehood she herself is false.

If one of the brothers, being able ,to maintain himself by his own occupation, does not desire ,a share of the family property, he may be made separate ,by the others receiving a trifle out of his share to live upon.

Conquer your mind and conquer the world.

If the widow of a man who died without leaving issue, raises up to him a son by a member of the family, she shall deliver to that, son the whole property which belonged to the, deceased .

Let him avoid ,the acquisition of wealth and ,the gratification of his desires, if they are opposed to the sacred law, and even lawful acts which may cause pain in the future or are offensive to men.

Burn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limit.

The widow cries out at the door, The light of my mind has gone out, O my mother, with his death. So cry out, O soul brides of the Husband Lord, and dwell on the Glorious Praises of the True Lord.

But for disloyalty to her husband a wife is censured among men, and ,in her next life she is born in the womb of a jackal and tormented by diseases, the punishment of her sin.

Excluded from all fellowship at meals, excluded from all sacrifices, excluded from instruction and from matrimonial alliances, abject and excluded from all religious duties, let them wander over, this earth.

Much male fear of feminism is the fear that, in becoming whole human beings, women will cease to mother men, to provide the breast, the lullaby, the continuous attention associated by the infant with the mother.

A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.

I love my son. I love my kids, my family. Like I said after I took the misdemeanor plea.

I understand that my son loves me and I love him, and everything just really got blown out of proportion, and I’m OK with that.

Christianity is a love relationship between a child of God and his Maker through the Son Jesus Christ and in the power of the Holy Spirit.

I have an official record. I have the Word of God: “These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God: that ye may know that ye have eternal life.”

I’m still here. My son is around me all the time. At the end of the day he still loves me and I love him, so it is what it is.

My salvation does not hinge on my emotions.