The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.

I had a second birth when my soul and my body loved one another and were married.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

There are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.