“ Sense pleasure is like a drink of hemlock, which, instead of quenching thirst, only increases it! Soul pleasure, though hard to attain, when once gained is never diminished; it knows no satiety, and yields ever new joys ”
When somebody gives you pleasure you tend to think you love that person. But in reality it is yourself you love—your ego has been pleased by the other person's attention; that is all.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.
Sense pleasures that arise from contact with the sense objects are ephemeral, they are begetters only of misery. No sage seeks happiness from them.
The best type of yogi is he who feels for others, whether in grief or pleasure, even as he feels for himself.