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

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

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

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

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like the pure air of the mountains - so simple, so true, if once understood.

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

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.