One Day, It Was Suddenly Revealed To

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.

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.

Respect Is Heaven, Respect Is Liberation.

Little Children Play With Dolls In The Outer Room Just As They Like, Without Any Care Of Fear Or Restraint; But As Soon As Their Mother Comes In, They Throw Aside Their Dolls And Run To Her Crying, "mamma, Mamma." You Too, Are Now Playing In This Material World, Infatuated With The Dolls Of Wealth, Honour, Fame, Etc., If However, You Once See Your Divine Mother, You Will Not Afterwards Find Pleasure In All These. Throwing Them All Aside, You Will Run To Her.

As For Me, I Consider Myself As A Speck Of The Dust Of The Devotee's Feet.