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

that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realization of yoga, of union; not on the side of the canvas where it is blank, but on the side where the picture is being painted.

False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.