Love Is The Divine Mother's Arms; When

Spiritual Progress Is The Changing Of The Point Of View.

I Gave Up My Music Because I Had Received From It All I Had To Receive. To Serve God One Must Sacrifice The Dearest Thing, And I Sacrificed My Music, The Dearest Thing To Me.

A Master Sees The Bad In The Good, And The Good In The Bad.

The Heart Becomes Wide By Forgetting Self, But Narrow By Thinking Of The Self And Pitying One's Self. To Gain A Wide And Broad Heart You Must Have Something Before You To Look Upon, And To Rest Your Intelligence Upon - And That Something Is The God-ideal.

He Who Once Burns His Mouth On The Hot Soup, Blows Even The Buttermilk.