Through selfless work, love of God grows in heart.

The supreme purpose and goal for human life... is to cultivate love.

As long as I live, so long do I learn.

The sun can give heat and light to the whole world, but he cannot do so when the clouds shut out his rays. Similarly as long as egotism veils the heart, God cannot shine upon it.

All religions are true. God can be reached by different religions. Many rivers flow by many ways but they fall into the sea. They all are one.

It is true that God is even in the tiger, but we must not go and face the animal. So it is true that God dwells even in the most wicked, but it is not meet that we should associate with the wicked.

The winds of grace are always blowing, but you have to raise the sail.

God is in all men, but all men are not in God; that is why we suffer.

All troubles come to an end when the ego dies

A boat may stay in water, but water should not stay in boat. A spiritual aspirant may live in the world, but the world should not live within him.

Wisdom leads to unity, but ignorance to separation. So long as God seems to be outside and far away, there is ignorance. But when God is realised within, that is true knowledge.

Your soul finds ego in fear. Your mind finds ache in pain but your heart finds love when free.

We see the greatness of God in times of great challenge.

I think we should be honest about who is working in our kitchens.

In the nineteenth century, many Anglican theologians, both evangelical and catholic, embraced positively the proposal of evolution.

Things always work according to their nature.

Hang Mortmain," said Will. "And I mean that literally, of course, but also figuratively.

Best atmosphere I ever played in was at Celtic Park in the UEFA Cup for Liverpool.

The Democrats have to be stopped and that's going to be what ultimately brings us everybody back to sobriety here.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.