We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence.

There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death

Whatever I believed, I did; I did with my whole heart and mind as far as possible to do so.

The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.

Acceptance of prevailing standards often means we have no standards of our own.