Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

An enemy to whom you show kindness becomes your friend, excepting lust, the indulgence of which increases its enmity.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.