No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow.

There never is but one opportunity of a kind.

In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad-Gita, in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seems puny and trivial.

Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve.

It must be confessed that horses at present work too exclusively for men, rarely men for horses; and the brute degenerates in man's society.

When I visit again some haunt of my youth, I am glad to find that nature wears so well. The landscape is indeed something real, and solid, and sincere, and I have not put my foot through it yet.

What is religion? That which is never spoken.