Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

The pious sectarian is proud because he is confident of his right of possession in God. The man of devotion is meek because he is conscious of God's right of love over his life and soul.

Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.