When the reptile is attacked at one mouth of his burrow, he shows himself at another.

Before printing was discovered, a century was equal to a thousand years.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.

Staying in the house breeds a sort of insanity always. Every house is, in this sense, a hospital.

In Homer and Chaucer there is more of the innocence and serenity of youth than in the more modern and moral poets. The Iliad is not Sabbath but morning reading, and men cling to this old song, because they still have moments of unbaptized and uncommitted life, which give them an appetite for more.

It is what a man thinks of himself that really determines his fate.

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.