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I am no religious preacher, or a spiritual teacher, nor am I an intellectual philosopher or a divine incarnation - I am you in the service of you.

If Hitch were a person, he'd be Mother Theresa or Gandhi or someone who treated all living creatures with the respect they deserve. It's depressing how my dog is a better human being than I am.

I'm not a saint! Thanks God!

If the saints fails to declare the truth, the Holy Spirit shall teach true words of God.

If you're all grown up, as you insist, then you're old enough to recognize heat between a man and a woman. And it's there between us. I'm not a saint, Saskia. I'm not one of your respectful human boys. If you ask me, I'm not going to be a gentleman." "Sainted bloody earth." She'd finally found her tongue. Her cheeks still blushed pink, but her eyes were furious. "How is that no woman has killed you before now?

I have shaped and nourished my mind for years to hail all women on earth as my sisters and their problems as my problems. When I am engaged in a conversation with one of my sisters anywhere in the world, my eyes are not subconsciously driven to take a quick peek down her blouse. I belong to all women, all men, everywhere, as a brother. And being a brother calls for the responsibility of thinking, feeling and behaving like a brother, instead of a potential mate-hunter. Here I am by no means insinuating that all men should see all women as sisters, rather I am pointing out that all civilized men should at the very least have the decency to see women as persons, and not as objects of sexual gratification or as potential mating partners, because only then we shall succeed as a conscientious species to give a safe and non-predatory environment to our children.

I’m nothing but a thought in the mind of God, I’m Satan’s slave; I open my eyes and flee, I’m mankind, I worship, and I kill, All in the name of Love, hate I’m the slaughtered lamb, I’m luzbel I’m the one paying for your sins, I’m your son; I am your mom and dad, I’m the one, who worships God, I’m a killer and a saint, I’m just a thought in the mind of God. I laugh and I suffer, I get killed, and I kill others, I’m nothing but a thought in the mind of God I’m compassion and rage, I love, I cheat, and I lie, I tell the truth, I’m dead, I’m alive, I’m in hell, the place people called paradise, I am just a thought in the mind of God

Intelligence is an angel. Virtue is a saint. Courage is a hero. Love is God.

It's easy to be a saint when all you've known is the good.

...I put you on the pedestal - made you a saint - dare I blaspheme?...

I still have a long way to go with my heart bleeding in agony and my feet burning and trembling in tiredness, but still I shall not stop till every single human on earth realizes in the very core of their being that they are humans above everything else.

Ite, inflammate omnia.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

It's no good fooling about with love you know. You can't fall into it like a soft job without dirtying up your hands. It takes muscle and guts. If you can't bear the thought of messing up your nice, tidy soul, you better give up the whole idea of life and become a saint, because you'll never make it as a human being. It's either this world... or the next.

Its you itself your Saint, when you are High.

I walked through centuries after centuries in the bodily vessels of countless monks and philosophers, and still my work is not done - it is far from done. I still have a long way to go with my heart bleeding in agony and my feet burning and trembling in tiredness, but still I shall not stop till every single human on earth realizes in the very core of their being that they are humans above everything else, and to achieve this, if I have to go through the heartache of loneliness and the mortal misery of social indifference and mockery over and over again in countless more lives to come, I shall most willingly do so.

Make humanity human again.

I will willingly abandon this miserable body to hunger and suffering, provided that my soul may have its ordinary nourishment.

Lots of people don't know you are alive, until you drop dead, then after you are gone, they can't wait to find out all about you.

Love without restraint makes one saint and the other faint; the sweetest face and the tenderest embrace bring the sun to every place in such grace.

Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.

No Saint has ever thrown away his halo!

Monkhood means service, for in service lies divinity - at the same time, humanhood means service, for in service lies the meaning of life - so to put it simply, humanhood is monkhood. Material possessions have no bearing here. A doctor who places the benefit of the patient before his or her own, is a monk. A pilot who places the safety of the passengers before his or her own, is a monk. A teacher who places the interest of the students before his or her own and teaches them compassion instead of competition, is a monk. An entrepreneur who places the interest of the employees and customers before his or her own, is a monk. Any person who places the benefit of others, before the self, is a monk.

No one showed any signs of recognizing me. I didn't know what I'd do if they did, other than lie like a devil and pray like a saint.

Remember meditation is an active, deep remembrance, and that is discernment. Wherever you go, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, remember to utilize discernment so that you can hear and sense and feel the vibration of love rather than the vibration of illusion.

Oh, he understood very well that for the meek soul of a simple Russian, exhausted by grief and hardship and, above all, by constant injustice and sin, his own or the world's, there was no stronger need than to find a holy shrine or a saint to prostrate himself before and to worship.

Progress in evil was quick and easy; Apollyon was not a chap who hid himself and he gave every assistance in his power. The growth in goodness was so slow, at times so flat, so dull, and like the White Queen one had to run so fast to stay where one was, let alone progress; and there were few men who dared to say they had found God. It was easy to be a clever sinner, for the race to an earthly visible goal was short to run, so impossibly hard to be a wise saint, with the goal set at so vast a distance from this world and clouded with such uncertainty.

Religion is found in temples, faith is found in priests, virtue is found in saints, and love is found in God.

Rise as a child, act as a saint and die as a legend – and you shall quite naturally live forever as a human being.

Saint Guy of Anderlecht was the tenth-century Belgian saint of animals, stables, workhorses, and bachelors.

Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.” “Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?” “Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe,” Perrotte said.

Saintliness is very odd. When people encounter it, they often take it for something else, something completely unlike it: indifference, mockery, scheming, coldness, insolence, perhaps even contempt. But they're mistaken, and that makes them furious. They commit an awful crime. This is doubtless the reason why most saints end up as martyrs.

Sanity for anyone is pretty much out of the question, as both the saint and the sinner appear only equally insane: the saint appears it for actually believing in a place of eternal torment; the sinner, for deciding to risk going to that place of eternal torment.

Saint or sage or the awakened being is not the one free from all desires and expectations, but the one who has an active conscience to see the real implications of those desires and expectations and then act accordingly for the best possible outcome for the self as well as the society.

Satisfaction doesn't come from needs and desires or fulfilling them, it comes from being yourself, being true.

Scholars are a gift. Saints are a prize. Sages are a blessing. Enlightenment is our reward.

Service to the poor - the helpless - is the real service to God - it is the real worship of the Almighty. And this very worship is the highest form of practical holiness.

Shamrocks And roses In an ever green flock Now Up to your noses Turning into a high stock! People nice and seen All around you green! These lucky streams Realizing major dreams. In strives, when in pain Call oh call up my name, Know it isn't in vain...

The activity of loving kindness is the bridge that allows you to slowly, slowly realise the wisdom and perfection of this moment.

So don't preach at us like you're some kind of saint. You're just another sinner.

Spiritual practice is allowing the temple (your body) to be full of light and to live life as a total celebration.

The Beloved is Always There, Actively Seeking You.

The clearest mirror in the universe is not made of glass, but of a loving soul.

The distinction between a delusion and a lie is the very difference between a successful saint and a fraud.

The Divine has created this moment in time. It is a very powerful moment, where there is only one way and that way is that you completely let go. Completely let go of what is known, what is safe, and move into the space of beauty.

The divinity that you keep seeking in the mountains, in the jungles, in the deserts, lies dormant within yourself. So, it's not the place that makes you enlightened, rather it's your intention.

There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.

The mind is a great scholar. The heart is an extraordinary saint. The ego is an exceptional sinner. The soul is a remarkable sage.

The natural consequence of being connected to the depth, what I call the soul, or your essence, is the attribute of joy.

The practice is simple. Whatever you're doing, do that with total awareness.