Speak Only That Which Will Bring You

O My Heart! Love God As The Chatrik Loves The Rain Drops, Who Even When Fountains Are Full And The Land Green, Is Not Satisfied As Long As It Cannot Get A Drop Of Rain.

He Who, Having Lost His Parents Or Being Abandoned, By Them Without ,just Cause, Gives Himself To A ,man , Is Called A Son Self Given.

The True One Was There From Time Immemorial. He Is There Today And Ever There You Will Find. He Never Died Nor Will He Ever Die. ... Look Within, You Will See Him There Enshrined.

The World Is A Drama, Staged In A Dream

From Woman, Man Is Born; Within Woman, Man Is Conceived; To Woman He Is Engaged And Married. Woman Becomes His Friend; Through Woman, The Future Generations Come. When His Woman Dies, He Seeks Another Woman; To Woman He Is Bound. So Why Call Her Bad? From Her, Kings Are Born. From Woman, Woman Is Born; Without Woman, There Would Be No One At All.