Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

What was exciting in the Victorian Age, would leave a man of franker epoch quite unmoved. The more prudes restrict the permissible degree of sexual appeal, the less is required to make such an appeal effective.

We are faced with the paradoxical fact that education has become one of the chief obstacles to intelligence and freedom of thought.

Human life, its growth, its hopes, fears, loves, et cetera, are the result of accidents

Memory demands an image.

True happiness for human beings is possible only to those who develop their godlike potentialities to the utmost.

Among the Tibetans, one wife has many husbands, because men are too poor to support a whole wife.