“God is the Seed; The Universe is the Tree, Impulses and passions are the branches, Intelligence is the flower, Pure Consciousness is the fruit, Love is the sweetness in the fruit.”

See with the eyes of love / Hear with the ears of love / Work with the hands of love / Think thoughts of love / Feel love in every nerve.

Life is an opportunity afforded to each not to eat and drink, but to achieve something nobler and higher to merge in the Reality.

I have come not to disturb or destroy any faith, but to confirm each in his own faith – so that the Christian becomes a better Christian, the Muslim, a better Muslim, and the Hindu, a better Hindu.

God has no beginning and no end.

Silence is the speech of the spiritual seeker.

Desire is storm, greed is whirlpool, pride is precipice, attachment is avalanche, ego is volcano. Discard desire and you are liberated.

Let love flow so that it cleanses the world.

Do good, be good and see good. Do everything with love.

Breaking the cycle takes time. Be Patient and Gentle with yourself. Set long term goals. And be persistent! Remember to Stretch, Laugh and be Unshakable!

You are seeking joy and peace in far-off places. But the spring of joy is in your heart. The haven of peace is in yourself.

All things are beautiful seen through the eyes of love.

When you want to be honored by others, you learn to honor them first.

Eating meat and drinking liquor are demonic vices. Those indulging in drink lose all sense of propriety, have no compassion or love and become demons.

Anger, ego, jealousy are the biggest diseases, Keep yourself aloof from these three diseases.

Once we surrender our mind to God completely, He will take care of us in every way.

The gift of food to the hungry is the noblest of all gifts.

My mother, was perfectly horrified when I began shooting and tried to keep me in school, but I would run away and go quail shooting in the woods or trim my dresses with wreaths of wildflowers.

Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.

Generosity is the flower of justice.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.