The Winds Of Grace Are Always Blowing,

The Rishis Of Old Attained The Knowledge Of Brahman. One Cannot Have This So Long As There Is The Slightest Trace Of Worldliness. How Hard The Rishis Laboured ! Early In The Morning They Would Go Away From The Hermitage, And Would Spend The Whole Day In Solitude, Meditating On Brahman. At Night They Would Return To The Hermitage And Eat A Little Fruit Or Roots. They Kept Their Mind Aloof From The Objects Of Sight, Hearing, Touch, And Other Things Of A Worldly Nature. Only Thus Did They Realize Brahman As Their Own Inner Conciousness.

Bondage And Liberation Are Of The Mind Alone.

The Tree Laden With Fruits Always Bends Low. If You Wish To Be Great, Be Lowly And Meek.

As Long As I Live, So Long Do I Learn.

The Fabled Musk Deer Searches The World Over For The Source Of The Scent Which Comes From Itself.