In plain words
With empty words the citta does not attain Sat-Cit-Ānanda; in land that has no seed, no crop at all will grow. Open your eyes and see, brother, Śrī Sāī, the God who, reckon it, is present everywhere, brother! His name says He was in Shirdi before and is in Parthi now, but He moves within the very eyes of the devotees who hold Him in their thought, brother!
Students!
God's Prema is the same towards all. Whether you hold a fragrant flower in the right hand or in the left, its fragrance is one and the same. For God there is no one who is a friend and no one else who is not. But man, going by his own nature, thinks of himself as an individual. Only such a man tries to find differences in God. That very man goes looking for differences in God. A man with that worldly knowledge cannot rightly recognise Divinity. How would a man who trades in fish know the value of gems? ‘Yad bhāvaṃ tad bhavati.’ Their own feelings divide this good and bad, make them see it as good and bad, and so they bind themselves to their own sorrow. The axe strikes the sandalwood tree without mercy. But the sandalwood tree, without taking offence and without holding hatred, gives its fragrance to the axe. Divinity is just like that. Men who are ignorant, blind with delusion, may out of show speak about God in many ways and think of Him in many ways. They may imagine that they have hurt God with these words. But God is not hurt by this in the least. To such wicked and evil men He goes on giving His good qualities and His sacred feelings.
Good and bad are the two sides of anything. The people of Ayodhyā held Rāmacandra in Bhakti and surrender in many ways. However much the people prayed, He paid no heed to their words and set out for the forest. The very people who had shown Rāma such Prema, such faith, such Bhakti and surrender all looked at Rāma in anger, feeling that He was going against their wish. “We thought Rāma's heart was nectar. We thought His heart was fresh butter.