The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

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

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

True deliverance of man is the deliverance from Avidya i.e. ignorance. It is not in destroying anything that is positive and real, for that cannot be possible, but that which is negative, which obstructs our vision of truth.

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."