The language of silence is the language of God, the language of silence is the language of the heart.

Put your heart, mind, and soul into even your smallest acts. This is the secret of success.

Love expects no reward. Love knows no fear. Love Divine gives - does not demand. Love thinks no evil; imputes no motive. To Love is to share and serve.

If you do not find peace within, you will not find it anywhere else. The Goal of Life is the attainment of Peace and not the achievement of power, name, fame and wealth.

Forget like a child any injury done by somebody immediately. Never keep it in the heart. It kindles hatred.

Giving is the secret of abundance.

Life is short. Time is fleeting. Realize the Self. Purity of the heart is the gateway to God. Aspire. Renounce. Meditate. Be good; do good. Be kind; be compassionate. Inquire, know Thyself.

There is no end of craving. Hence contentment alone is the best way to happiness. Therefore, acquire contentment.

Always do good to others. Be selfless. Mentally remove everything and be free. This is divine life. This is the direct way to Moksha or salvation.

Humility is not cowardice. Meekness is not weakness. Humility and meekness are indeed spiritual powers.

The mind is responsible for the feelings of pleasure and pain. Control of the mind is the highest Yoga.

Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.

I don't really enjoy it, Mom.""And you've always felt this way?""I don't know. I guess I want a break.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

I grew up in a very modest house. We were poor-we lived on the poverty level. We all got jobs as young kids.

I don't want no problems. I don't want to know problems.

We never know our good or bad as we loose our judgement living with them.worst part is we don't accept who we are & hence remain confused for the rest of our life.

Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, 'Gee, if I'd only spent more time at the office.'

Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels.

Sometimes I'll hear a phrase or a word and write it down in my little black notebook (a writer's best mate), then come back to it and work a plot around it.

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face.