How shall we account for our pursuits, if they are original? We get the language with which to describe our various lives out of acommon mint.

Duty is one and invariable; it requires no impossibilities, nor can it ever be disregarded with impunity.

The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night... All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, “All intelligences awake with the morning.

Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance.

It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live.

The words which express our faith and piety are not definite; yet they are significant and fragrant like frankincense to superior natures.

There is such a thing as caste, even in the West; but it is comparatively faint; it is conservatism here. It says, forsake not your calling, outrage no institution, use no violence, rend no bonds; the State is thy parent. Its virtue or manhood is wholly filial.