What I Want From My Lovers Is

If I Were To Ask The Famous Henry Ford To Come Over Here And Do What I Tell Him To Do, Would He Do It? Never! But If I Were To Make A Thousand-year-old Corpse Come Alive Before His Eyes, He Would Jump At The Chance To Stay Here And Wash My Clothes!

Love Is Essentially Self-communicative: Those Who Do Not Have It Catch It From Those Who Have It.... No Amount Of Rites, Rituals, Ceremonies, Worship, Meditation, Penance And Remembrance Can Produce Love In Themselves. None Of These Is Necessarily A Sign Of Love. On The Contrary, Those Who Sigh Loudly And Weep And Wail Have Yet To Experience Love. Love Sets On Fire The One Who Finds It. At The Same Time It Seals His Lips So That No Smoke Comes Out

When The Bubble Of Ignorance Bursts The Self Realizes Its Oneness With The Indivisible Self. Words That Proceed From The Source Of Truth Have Real Meaning. But When Men Speakthese Words As Their Own, The Words Become Meaningless.

Art When Inspired With Love Leads To Higher Realms, And That Art Will Open For You The Inner Life.

Worry Is The Product Of Feverish Imagination Working Under The Stimulus Of Desires... It Is A Necessary Resultant Of Attachment To The Past Or To The Anticipated Future, And It Always Persists In Some Form Or Other Until The Mind Is Completely Detached From Everything.