A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.

Language is the Rubicon that divides man from beast.

Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

There never was a false god, nor was there ever really a false religion, unless you call a child a false man.

How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity!

The Vedic literature opens to us a chapter in what has been called the education of the human race to which we can find no parallel anywhere else.

As a tree, even though it has been cut down, is firm so long as its root is safe, and grows again, thus, unless the feeders of thirst are destroyed, the pain (of life) will return again and again.