During deep meditation it is possible to dispel time, to see simultaneously all the past, present, and future, and then everything is good, everything is perfect, everything is Brahman.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

He had thought more than other men, and in matters of the intellect he had that calm objectivity, that certainty of thought and knowledge, such as only really intellectual men have, who have no axe to grind, who never wish to shine, or to talk others down, or to appear always in the right.

I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.

Art is contemplation of the world in a state of grace and imaginatively reflecting that subjective understanding.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...

You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing.