Unalloyed Love Of God Is The Essential

Men Are Like Pillow-cases. The Colour Of One May Be Red, That Of Another Blue, And That Of The Third Black; But All Contain The Same Cotton Within. So It Is With Man; One Is Beautiful, Another Is Ugly, A Third Holy, And A Fourth Wicked; But The Divine Being Dwells In Them All.

God Has Created The World In Play, As It Were.

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.

The Breeze Of Grace Is Always Blowing; Set Your Sail To Catch That Breeze.

Sunlight Is One And The Same Wherever It Falls; But Only A Bright Surface Like That Of Water, Or Of A Mirror Reflects It Fully. So Is The Light Divine. It Falls Equally And Impartially On All Hearts, But The Pure And Pious Hearts Of Holy Men Receive And Reflect That Light Well.