I am the slave of those who hunger and thirst after me and treat everything else as unimportant.

Hands that serve are holier than lips that pray.

Selfless service alone gives the needed strength and courage to awaken the sleeping humanity in one's heart.

Man seeks to change the foods available in nature to suit his tastes, thereby putting an end to the very essence of life contained in them.

Most people thing that the purpose of education is to acquire a degree, a qualification. So what is this degree of B.A.? B.A.+D (D stands for degree) becomes BAD, and if you are more qualified you are M.A.+D = MAD!

Unless knowledge is transformed into wisdom, and wisdom is expressed in character; education is a wasteful process.

You seek too much information and not enough transformation.

Life is a song-sing it. Life is a game-play it. Life is a challenge-meet it. Life is a dream-realize it. Life is a sacrifice-offer it. Life is love-enjoy it.

All action results from thought, so it is thoughts that matter.

It is only in the depths of silence that the voice of God can be heard.

The sign of a person who has had an education is good manners.

Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.

Man learns through experience, and the spiritual path is full of different kinds of experiences. He will encounter many difficulties and obstacles, and they are the very experiences he needs to encourage and complete the cleansing process.

Let anyone speak hundreds of things against you, do not resent by giving a bitter reply. If you tolerate such things, you will certainly be happy. If anybody wants any money from you, and you are not inclined to give, do not give. But do not bark at him like a Dog.

What matters is to live in the present, live now, for every moment is now. It is your thoughts and acts of the moment that create your future. The outline of your future path already exists, for you created its pattern by your past.

Do not be misled by what you see around you, or be influenced by what you see. You live in a world which is a playground of illusion, full of false paths, false values and false ideals. But you are not part of that world.

To every one of us there must come a time when the whole universe will be found to have been a dream, when we find the soul is infinitely better than its surroundings. It is only a question of time, and time is nothing in the infinite.

Education confers humility, endows one with the authority to command, that will entitle one to affluence. With the help of charity and compassion this affluence can be made fruitful, and by this means, happiness in this world and peace in the next can be won.

A college which does not confer the knowledge of the Spiritual Reality to the students who are engaged in the pursuit of various material studies, is as barren as the sky without the moon, or a heart without peace, or a nation without reference to law.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

A pretty sight, a lady with a book.

On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.

Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?

I delight in what I fear.

I can't help it when people are frightened," says Merricat. "I always want to frighten them more.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.

So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.

All cat stories start with this statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this...

I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.

I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.

We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.

Fear," the doctor said, "is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.

You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed?

There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.

I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.

I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.

All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.

When shall we live if not now?

On the moon we have everything. Lettuce, and pumpkin pie and Amanita phalloides. We have cat-furred plants and horses dancing with their wings. All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts.

Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else.

Hill House, she thought, You're as hard to get into as heaven.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.

I wonder if I could eat a child if I had the chance.' 'I doubt if I could cook one,' said Constance.

God! Whose hand was I holding?

No, the menace of the supernatural is that it attacks where modern minds are weakest, where we have abandoned our protective armor of superstition and have no substitute defense.

Oh Constance, we are so happy.

Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones.