Love of God is not always the same as love of good.

What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.

One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.

Solitude is independence.

To such men the desperate and horrible thought has come that perhaps the whole of human life is but a bad joke, a violent and ill-fated abortion of the primal mother, a savage and dismal catastophe of nature.

Om is the bow, the arrow is soul.

Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret.