Whenever I have read any part of the Vedas, I have felt that some unearthly and unknown light illuminated me. In the great teaching of the Vedas, there is no touch of sectarianism. It is of all ages, climbs, and nationalities and is the royal road for the attainment of the Great Knowledge. When I read it, I feel that I am under the spangled heavens of a summer night.

Those undeserved joys which come uncalled and make us more pleased than grateful are they that sing.

The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.

Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows.

When a man dies he kicks the dust.

The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive.

Inexpressibly beautiful appears the recognition by man of the least natural fact, and the allying his life to it.