Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!

The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man pervades every place.

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.

All ancient books which have once been called sacred by man, will have their lasting place in the history of mankind, and those who possess the courage, the perseverance, and the self-denial of the true miner, and of the true scholar, will find even in the darkest and dustiest shafts what they are seeking for,-real nuggets of thought, and precious jewels of faith and hope.

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

There is no book in the world that is so thrilling, stirring and inspiring as the Upanishads.

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.