“It is divinity that shapes, not only your ends, but also your acts, your words and thoughts.”

Faith is a belief in the unknown. Faith heals, faith creates, faith works wonders, faith moves mountains. Faith is the searchlight for God-finding.

An evil man is a saint of the future. See good in everything. Destroy the evil-finding quality. Develop the good-finding quality. Rise above good and evil.

Patient and regular practice is the whole secret of spiritual realization. Do not be in a hurry in spiritual life. Do your utmost, and leave the rest to God.

Faith induces one to pray.Prayer purifies the heart.In the purified heart is reflected the light of Lord.When the Light sighns the mortal becomes immortal.

Forget like a child any injury done by somebody immediately. Never keep it in the heart. It kindles hatred.

Meditation is painful in the beginning but it bestows immortal Bliss and supreme joy in the end.

Go beyond science, into the region of metaphysics. Real religion is beyond argument. It can only be lived both inwardly and outwardly.

Practice meditation regularly. Meditation leads to eternal bliss. Therefore meditate, meditate.

Put your heart, mind, and soul into even your smallest acts. This is the secret of success.

Your thoughts should agree with your words, and the words should agree with your actions. In this world people think one thing, say another thing, and do something else. This is horrible. This is crookedness.

Humility is not cowardice. Meekness is not weakness. Humility and meekness are indeed spiritual powers.

Life is the unfolding of the latent capacities of the soul.

The secret of life is in love the love of God and the service of humanity.

Your duty is to treat everybody with love as a manifestation of the Lord.

Moral values, and a culture and a religion, maintaining these values are far better than laws and regulations.

The mind is a product of experience. It is the result of past thinking and is modified by present thinking.

Hard crash everything good has to end take your fucking Prozac.

I am slowly cutting you out of me, piece by aching piece.

Your ghost still haunts the empty halls of my soul.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

Even my tears fall for you.

Like a busy fairy smiling in its own melancholy on unending Friday nights, the loving wings of my realistic fantasies, spread themselves as wide as the sea.

Hurricanes and airplanes, we fly higher than the end of time.

The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!