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It Is My Great Misfortune That I Have To Measure Your Love By The Money Gifts You Give For Daridranarayana.

Man Is Oftentimes Weak-minded Enough To Be Caught In The Snare Of Greed And Honeyed Words.

Perfection Is The Exclusive Attribute Of God, And It Is Indescribable, Untranslatable. I Do Believe That It Is Possible For Human Beings To Become Perfect, Even As God Is Perfect. It Is Necessary For All Of Us To Aspire After That Perfection But When That Blessed State Is Attained, It Become Indescribable, Indefinable.

There Is No One Without Faults, Not Even Men Of God. They Are Men Of God Not Because They Are Faultless, But Because They Know Their Faults, They Strive Against Them, They Do Not Hide Them, And Are Ever Ready To Correct Themselves.

The Path Of Self-purification Is Hard And Steep. One Has To Become Absolutely Passion-free In Thought, Speech And Action To Rise Above The Opposing Currents Of Love And Hatred, Attachment And Repulsion. I Know That I Have Not In Me As Yet That Triple Purity In Spite Of Constant Ceaseless Striving For It. That Is Why The World's Praise Fails To Move Me, Indeed It Very Often Stings Me. To Conquer The Subtle Passions Seems To Me To Be Harder Far Than The Physical Conquest Of The World By The Force Of Arms.