I love everybody. Each one plays the role they have to play, but in the spiritual arena there are people who are even closer to me than that.
I am also a painter. I paint the hearts of people with colors of spirituality.
People wait for the big moment, the great event, and forget that happiness comes from building steadily on the small daily things of life. People wait for that special moment to express love and forget that love springs from thoughtfulness practised every day. People wait, but waiting is future and NOW is always the time.
The book that I shall make people read is the book of the heart, which holds the key to the mystery of life.
The life of the spirit is the expression of Infinity and, as such, knows no artificial limits. True spirituality is not to be mistaken for an exclusive enthusiasm for some fad. It is not concerned with any "ism." When people seek spirituality apart from life, as if it had nothing to do with the material world, their search is futile.