Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.

When the heat and motion of blind impulses and passions distract it on all sides, we can neither give nor receive anything truly. But when we find our centre in our soul by the power of self-restraint, by the force that harmonizes all warring element

There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal.