Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow. Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

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

The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.

Those who think to reach God by running away from the world, when and where do they expect to meet him? We are reaching him here in this very spot, now at this very moment.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.