“Conquer your mind and conquer the world.”

Through shallow intellect, the mind becomes shallow, and one eats the fly, along with the sweets.

Truth is the highest virtue, but higher still is truthful living.

As fragrance abides in the flower As reflection is within the mirror, So does your Lord abide within you, Why search for him without?

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.

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.