In The Pure, Strong Hours Of The

No Person Is Free Until He Or She Is Free At The Center. When We Let Go There, We Are Free Indeed. When The Self Is Renounced, Then One Stands Utterly Disillusioned, Apart, Asking For Nothing. If Anything Comes To Us, It Is All Sheer Gain. Then Life Becomes One Constant Surprise.

A Nail-pierced Hand Holds The Sceptre Of The Universe, And My Knees Bend Before Him.

Very Often When I Haven't Faith In My Faith, I Have To Have Faith In His Faith. He Makes Me Believe In Myself And My Possibilities, When I Simply Can't. I Have To Rise To His Faith In Me.

In The Pure, Strong Hours Of The Morning, When The Soul Of The Day Is At Its Best, Lean Upon The Window Sill Of God And Look Into His Face, And Get The Orders For The Day. Then Go Out Into The Day With The Sense Of A Hand Upon Your Shoulder And Not A Chip.

The Conscious Mind Determines The Actions, The Unconscious Mind Determines The Reactions; And The Reactions Are Just As Important As The Actions.