The Grace Of God Is

So Long As The Bee Is Outside The Petals Of The Lily, And Has Not Tasted The Sweetness Of Its Honey, It Hovers Around The Flower Emitting The Buzzing Sound; But When It Is Inside The Flower, It Noiselessly Drinks The Nectar. So Long As A Man Quarrels And Disputes About Doctrines And Dogmas, He Has Not Tasted The Nectar Of True Faith; When He Has Tasted It, He Becomes Quiet And Full Of Peace.

A Bath In Ganges Undoubtedly Absolves One Of All Sins; But What Does That Avail? They Say That The Sins Perch On Trees Along The Banks Of The Ganges. No Sooner Does The Man Come Back From The Holy Waters That The Old Sins Jump On His Shoulders From The Trees. The Same Old Sins Take Possession Of Him Again. He Is Hardly Out Of The Waters Before They Fall Upon Him.

The Tree Laden With Fruits Always Bends Low. If You Wish To Be Great, Be Lowly And Meek.

We Laugh At The Efforts Of The Musk Deer To Find The Source Of The Scent Which Comes From Itself And Despair At Our Efforts To Find The Peace Which Is Our Essence.

It Is Easy To Talk On Religion, But Difficult To Practice It.