Languages proclaim that woman is half of man, and by parity of reasoning, man is half of woman.

Truth is one, paths are many.

Why should I need an artist to explain a work of art to me? Why should it not speak out to me itself?

The whole existence of man is a ceaseless duel between the forces of life and death.

People engaged in a war do not lose temper over matters which affect the fortunes of war.

Heroes are made in the hour of defeat. Success is, therefore, well described as a series of glorious defeats.

I find a solace a in the Bhagavadgita and Upanishads that I miss even in the Sermon on the Mount.