Samskrit is the greatest language of the world.

That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness, which never again ceases.

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

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.

Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.

Language is the Rubicon that divides man from beast.

Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.