God is within you, open your heart and uncover that godliness.

When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.

There is a God part in you. The consciousness. The pure Self. Learn to listen the voice of that Power.

Our heart is wide enough to embrace the world and hands are long enough to encompass the world.

Family, friends and relationships are the blessings of the God. They are the best way to access God.

Education is beautification of the inner world and the outer world.

The more we practice nonviolence in our words, thoughts and actions the more peaceful will be our inner state.

Beauty is the purest feeling of the soul. Beauty arises when soul is satisfied.

Beautify your inner dialogue. Beautify your inner world with love light and compassion. Life will be beautiful.

Compassion is all inclusive. Compassion knows no boundaries. Compassion comes with awareness, and awareness breaks all narrow territories.

God wanted to make heaven and the earth is that heaven. Nowhere in the universe there is so much love, life, beauty and peace. Enjoy your stay with the fellow beings.

Not to punish evil is equivalent to authorizing it.

We can feel damaged and sad and mad and know that it doesn’t make us any less worthy than when we didn’t feel that way.

I've learned, having been on a lot of sets, the good news is that by definition you are surrounded by experts. They get fired if they're not - unlike in the theatre!

Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you.

I want my government to do something about my privacy - I don't want to just do it on my own.

There is something to this fabric of life that is beautiful. If you find the world unpleasant, I don't think that is wisdom. That is a sign of a lack of wisdom.

I am the best tennis player who cannot play tennis.

I tell people all the time, nobody wants to be hit. You have to trick a man, to hit a man.

Thy treasures of gold Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold; Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear The crack of the whip, and the footsteps of fear.

The less people know, the more they yell.