When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

Cowards can never be moral

Man should forget his anger before he lies down to sleep.

When every hope is gone, 'when helpers fail and comforts flee,' I find that help arrives somehow, from I know not where. Supplication, worship, prayer are no superstition; they are acts more real than the acts of eating, drinking, sitting or walking. It is no exaggeration to say that they alone are real, all else is unreal.

Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth and the soul requires inward restfulness to attain its full height.