We are the characters in a lucid dream of God, which he is controlling by his will.

Such was the greatness of that God, that he would repeat his own name while telling his beads.

An intelligent man is not interested in knowing what the people are up to, but what the God is up to, because on a stage of world, it is puppeteer that calls the shots.

To please the men, you have to become something: to please the God, you just have to be yourself.

He prays as he is offering protection money to God, so that he does not trouble him with his antics.

The God’s works includes, not only making you eat your own words but, also includes humbling your arrogant thoughts that you think in privacy.