My heart dreams of peace, while my mind dreams of supremacy.
Peace is the child of compassion, and not the son of compromise.
Peace does not command my mind. It just illumines my mind.
When my mind breathes in peace even for a fleeting minute, my heart starts dancing with the flying wings of the wind.
Accumulation is not and can never be peace.
Man-critics and God-critics will never have an iota of peace.
Peace is a stranger to the rigid mind. Peace is a guest of the flexible heart.
(1) Excerpts from Peace by Sri Chinmoy
Try to be a peace-distributor.
If you cannot be a peace-distributor,
Then try to be a peace-lover.
If you cannot be a peace-lover,
Then try to be a peace-dreamer.
If you cannot be a peace-dreamer,
Then at least try to be a peace-thinker.