My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.
The physical sense of injustice is a dangerous feeling, once it is awakened. It must have outlet, or it eats away the one in whom it is aroused.
The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.
You sing the song in your heart and the people it resonates with are going to dance to it.
Everything is in the brain. From the beginning. The body is simply a kind of service unit that the brain is forced to be burdened with in order to keep itself alive.
Brain, character, soul - only as one sees more of life does one understand how distinct is each.
It really didn`t make any difference what happened to the body after the soul was gone; it was dross.
The workings of the mind look out through the face and alter it.
There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees.
The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.
Moral wounds have this peculiarity, - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.
Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the messenger of death will not be able to touch you.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.