That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and there

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin