Happiness belongs to those who are sufficient unto themselves. For all external sources of happiness and pleasure are, by their very nature, highly uncertain, precarious, ephemeral and subject to chance.

Gaiety alone, as it were, is the hard cash of happiness; everything else is just a promissory note.

Music is the answer to the mystery of life. The most profound of all the arts, It expresses the deepest thoughts of life.

Newspapers are the second hand of history.

One can never read too little of bad, or too much of good books: bad books are intellectual poison; they destroy the mind. In order to read what is good one must make it a condition never to read what is bad; for life is short, and both time and strength limited.

How entirely does the Upanishad breathe throughout the holy spirit of the Vedas! How is every one who by a diligent study of its Persian Latin has become familiar with that incomparable book stirred by that spirit to the very depth of his Soul !

Intellect is invisible to the man who has none.