If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I should point to India.

It is the heart that makes the critic, not the nose.

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

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.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

The person who knows only one religion does not know any religion.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.