That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?

The heart wants to go on; that is its dharma. For unless it moves, it dies.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

He only has freedom who ideally loves freedom himself and is glad to extend it to others. He who cares to have slaves must chain himself to them. He who builds walls to create exclusion for others builds walls across his own freedom. He who distrusts freedom in others loses his moral right to it.

Religion, like poetry, is not a mere idea, it is expression. The self-expression of God is in the endless variety of creation; and our attitude toward the Infinite Being must also in its expression have a variety of individuality ceaseless and unendi.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.