The diverse religions and races bring beauty to the world if we truly understand in our hearts the essence of who we are and what we stand for. And that really is the essence of spirituality.

There cannot be love without trust and there cannot be trust unless we take the responsibility to act in a way that people can trust us.

Sometimes the Lord gives us a free sample of religious experience, but for more, we must pay a price with the currency of sincere dedication to the process of cleansing.

Bhakti and Humility cannot be separated like sweetness cannot be separated from sweet.

Humble people dont get Offended easily.

When there is love in our heart, only love will come out.

The essence of spiritual life is simply to use our free will properly.

Compassion brings fulfillment to the heart. Selfish desires simply agitate the heart.

Krishna is present fully in His holy name and this is realized by the humility and sincerity in our chanting.

Bhakti is expressed through our service attitude.

The word surrender sounds horrible to one who wants to enjoy his senses but very sweet to one who has a humble heart.

It has been well said that tea is suggestive of a thousand wants, from which spring the decencies and luxuries of civilization.

Contrary to common belief, it is not true that if you cut a worm-fisherman in half, each half will grow into a complete fisherman. For which we should all be eternally grateful.

One thing I certainly never was made for, and that is to put principles on and off at the dictation of a party, as a lackey changes his livery at his master's command.

The first persecution of the Church took place in the year 67, under Nero, the sixth emperor of Rome.

If you think success is about so many more things and is so much more arbitrary, then you can be much more open to the idea that you can be Ben Fountain and publish your great book at forty-nine.

It got so ridiculous that I was like, there's no way this is going to last.

Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.

In defiance of Miss Maccalariat I'd like to commit hanky-panky with you, Miss Adora Belle Dearheart... well, certainly hanky, and possibly panky when we get to know one another better.

It is not age which killed Boston, for no cities die of age; it is the youth of other cities.