Things that are real are given and received in silence.

But such a tiny and trivial thing as an umbrella can deprive you of the sight of such a stupendous fact as the sun.

True love is no game of the faint-hearted and the weak; it is born of strength and understanding.

Those who speculate from the shore about the ocean shall know only its surface, but those who would know the depths of the ocean must be willing to plunge into it.

There is no higher or lower goal. There is only one goal, Self-Realization.

There is no such thing as evil. Only relative degrees of good.

What will the present chaos lead to? How will it all end? It can only end in one way. Mankind will be sick of it all.