That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.

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

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.

Life's aspirations come in the guise of children.

If God had so wished, he would have made all Indians speak with one language ... the unity of India has been and shall always be a unity in diversity.