Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

True deliverance of man is the deliverance from Avidya i.e. ignorance. It is not in destroying anything that is positive and real, for that cannot be possible, but that which is negative, which obstructs our vision of truth.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it. Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on. Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.