In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.

Ah, dearer than my soul. Dearer than light, or life, or fame.

The inner light actually comes from the soul; it is already inside us. The moment we can have free access to our soul, we will see that this light is coming to the fore to permeate our whole outer existence.

My mantra is: Let there be happiness in my soul, and let me share it with the world.