The poems and utterances of an illumined soul. They are tender cries of yearning; yet however profound the longing, there is always at the heart of it the certainty of God.
There is only one sin -- and that sin is weakness. When I was a boy, I read Milton's Paradise Lost. The only good man I had any respect for was Satan. The only saint is the soul who never weakens, faces everything, and determines to die game.
-Swami Vivekananda