“Be humble as the blade of grass that is being trodden underneath the feet. The little ant tastes joyously the sweetness of honey and sugar. The mighty elephant trembles in pain under the agony of sharp god.”

Desire is poverty. Desire is the greatest impurity of the mind. Desire is the motive force for action. Desire in the mind is the real impurity. Even a spark of desire is a very great evil.

Life is a series of awakenings.

Tolerance is a sign of growth on the spiritual path.

There is a tricycle in man. He knows, he feels and acts. He has emotion, intellect and will. He must develop head, heart and hand.

When all desires of heart die, mortal man becomes Immortal.

Today is your own. Tomorrow perchance may never come.

Music is the medium for expressing emotion. Music kindles love and infuses hope. It has countless voices and instruments. Music is in the hearts of all men and women.

Conquer your thoughts and you will conquer the world.

Desire nothing, give up all desires and be happy.

There is some truth in everything. Views and opinions are different aspects. Do not quarrel with others.

Meditation is the dissolution of thoughts in eternal awareness or pure consciousness.

The mental ability to concentrate is inherent to all; it is not extraordinary or mysterious. Meditation is not something that a Yogi has to teach you; you already have the ability to shut out thoughts.

Love beautifies the giver and elevates the receiver.

Learn to give, give in plenty, give with love, give without any expectation, one does not lose anything by giving, on the other hand you get back a thousand fold.

Eating, drinking, sleeping a little laughter ! much weeping! Is that all ? Do not die here like a worm. Wake up! Attain immortal bliss!

Change the mind, and you can change the body.

Tories never actually talk about getting rid of their leader, then suddenly there us a flash of steel between he shoulder-blades and rigormortis sets in.

I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. Were all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade…

How can one come to possess great faith? Now listen, here is the answer to that: First, the blade, then the ear, then the full corn in the ear. Faith must grow by soil, moisture, and exercise.

You and I are just like a blade of grass sitting here; we are going to wither and die.

No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.

I’ve been rapping since I was 18 years old, with a crew called Blades.

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.