He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.

We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place where the beauty of nature and the noblest pursuits of man are in a sweet harmony.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.

The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man's dharma, man's religion, and man's self is the vessel.

For every child that is born, it brings with it the hope that God is not yet disappointed with man.