Why hast thou made me born in this country, The inhabitant of which is satisfied with being a slave?

My ancestors were Brahmins. They spent their lives in search of god. I am spending my life in search of man.

It is the nature of the self to manifest itself, In every atom slumbers the might of the self.

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell.

But inner experience is only one source of human knowledge.

Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.

Our bread and water are of one table: the progeny of Adam are as a single soul.