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.

If we live in the Nineteenth Century, why should we not enjoy the advantages which the Nineteenth Century offers? Why should our life be in any respect provincial?

Everyone must believe in something. I believe I'll go canoeing.

Deep are the foundations of sincerity. Even stone walls have their foundation below the frost.

The very austerity of the Brahmans is tempting to the devotional soul, as a more refined and nobler luxury. Wants so easily and gracefully satisfied seem like a more refined pleasure. Their conception of creation is peaceful as a dream.

What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter's day?

Remember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness.