“Divinity should not be given to you from somewhere else. The Upanishad thunders "Thou Art That.”

— Chinmayananda Saraswati

In Efficiency is the ability to bring expertise in speech. http://books.google.co.in/books?id=mArVw7yUkCsC&pg=PA338, p. 338

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Indian spiritual teacher 1916–1993

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